Marius and I bopped out for lunch to Six Thirteen. Or Three Seventy-eight. Or Fifty-eleventy-seven. Who knows? Anyhoo... This was actually last Sunday afternoon. Right around 3pm. And it was like, dark, like super dark. Middle of the day.
So there were these kids running around. Totally uncontrolled. Everyone was giving the two moms pleasantly lunching obliviously the stink-eye. It seemed to imperil several champagne cocktails or whatever they were.
So they've got these chicken wrap things there that I love. Don't ask me to identify what particular spice/seasoning/preparation method goes into making these bad boys so tasty. They just are. Simple as that.
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