Hmm, strange meat in an Orange County restaurant. Strange beer too.
As you can see, I’m a health buff. Lean and mean. Except when I’m here. This reminds me of Cologne, of the darkened room filled with older Germans eyeing us like we stumbled in the wrong strange meat place.
Maybe we did. But to our defense, they all looked strange. And probably still do. Maybe it was our lack of knee high socks and ornate jackets?
Sports on the television? Techno on the house stereo? Was that real? No, not this time.
I’ll be back.