This was a DC Naked Half Smoke from Bold Bite Menu in Bethesda.
I was happy with it, overall. The bun was great, condiments were well chosen and the only issue was it had structural integrity problems, as condiments would not stay on it. Could have been my eating technique, but the half smoke itself was delicious.
On the other hand I had just finished a flight of beer from Rock Bottom Brewery.
This is why I have too much crap in my house. I cannot even play this tape. I mean, I remember maybe going to Sam Goody. I was probably wearing black jeans and a sweater, even though I lived in San Diego.
More than likely it was at Plaza Bonita or Mission Valley malls, considering that’s where I spent most of my ‘rat time.
But now it’s just a hunk of solidified petroleum, and this entire album can be streamed with better fidelity.
Yet it is still taking up room in my condo.
It’s been time for a purge, and I feel like this is the year.
Whenever Dad would visit, he’d insist on Clyde’s. We’d always go to the Friendship Heights one, sit down and watch the train make its circuit.
This was one of the few times I’ve ever seen my parents drink, although it was a Kahlua and Cream and not the Guinness pictured here.
I can’t believe it’s been three years since he passed. Time really does slip through your fingers.