Parents in town. Free food. Thorougly distended gastrointestinal system.
Holy sausages, batman. We're just back from the Meat-Fest that is Boi Na Braza, and though I was not able to eat more than two pounds of steak, sausage, cured ham, and bacon-wrapped whatnots, I will say that it was well worth it. While waiting for the parents to join us at the bar, I figured that splurging on a nice glass of champagne would be acceptable, as we would not be picking up the dinner tab.
A) you know it's trouble when they don't give you a wine list, it's just verbalized
B) since when does a 187 ml of champagne cost $18, especially a brand I can easily pick up at the liquor store?
C) whatever, worth it.
It's 9:30 on a Saturday night and I'm going to lie down in a parmesan-encrusted pork loin coma now.