My alarm is going off at 6:30AM. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s the alarm, or just the bells ringing in my head accompanying my hangover. In fact, I might still be drunk.
They do Polish food, in particular, Pierogies. So I offend the lovely waitress who spent a minute or two describing the different pierogie they have by not ordering any.
I don’t care, and I start munching on it, getting chocolate all over my face and beard. I’m like a kid again. A kid with first, and possibly second degree burns in his mouth.
Now say it with me: “cheeeeeeeeeeeeese”
Also, holy crap, there about 5 litres of Sangria to go through. Courtesy of Jenny’s Dad. As well as rows and rows of San Miguel, and Mahou beer.
Like cheesecake, with a beer, and sparkling water. How rock and roll!
However, what I do know is that it has 800 calories in it. That’s more than a Big Mac. And I bought one, all for myself.