..someone sends you chili brownies in the mail? Well, first you buy a sixer of delicious imperial stout (I'm partial to Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout). Then you prepare a feast for yourself at ten o'clock at night and gorge until all the pork chops are gone and you've demolished two bags of brownies.
Nothing beats waking up stuffed and a bit groggy while having your kitchen smell like fried pig fat for a few days.
A thirsty individual looking to sample, explore and immerse himself in all things food and drink. Currently living in New York, Justin is waiting tables to steal kitchen tricks, practice his Spanish and make enough tips to indulge his eating and drinking habit.
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