The Armaeggdon of Bar Food

I was on a work trip in Chicago-- beat, jet-lagged and foaming at the tits from a 3-hour long meeting that lasted 3 hours longer than it should have. They dropped us back at the hotel where I gave my colleagues some half-assed excuse before sneaking away for a solo dinner. I didn't know where … Continue reading The Armaeggdon of Bar Food

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