NOW,

That, was a very happy hour.

Responding to the siren call of happy hour, the drink ninja sprung from his place of confinement, and sped across the great lake to Peso’s, wherupon he stuck to his diet with a yummy piece of chicken.

And then promptly broke it with a second glass of wine. Bah. Serving suggestions all.

Doesn’t explain the Scotch, though. But really, what ever does?

Again, it is the Legend.

That there Moulin Rouge, it remains with the goodness.