Berry and Banana Pancakes Napoleon.
I'm at a hotel in Buffalo, about to pass out from several beers and an intoxicating-on-its-own dinner. Yeah, Anthony Bourdain ate here and got what I got for dinner, Beef on Weck. Really weird sandwich, but amazing nonetheless. Right now we're trying to figure out what we're going to order for room service breakfast.
We've had a few bumps along the way, one of which being the battle between my shower-wanton father and the deliberate customer service as to when we could get soap. We have achieved the soap, but we are afraid to be cursed by a Seinfeld episode we watched before we went out to dinner. You know the one, where Jerry has to wake up the professional runner, but he doesn't trust the clerk. We have now set several other alarms. Because Irish step dancing is much like long-distance running.
And, while nothing has to do with today's song, it was stuck in my head all day. Hummingbird by Wilco.
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