Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Every weekend needs at least one big, satisfying, stomach-walloping dinner. Last Saturday we hit the Windjammer for fish and chips. The place has it all—model ships and pictures of olde English villages hanging overhead, fish-shaped glass plates, beer, HNIC on the TV… I think I prefer the tea towels and seventies soccer posters theme of the Pennyfarthing (not to mention the Caffrey’s on tap), but sometimes you just wanna stay in the neighbourhood. When you’re done eating, you’ve only got a couple blocks to stagger home.

Note to Francophobic Americans: “chips” works better than “freedom fries.”

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