First, that’s a long ass name for a restaurant. I thought I’d never stop typing the name of this place. Can you imagine asking someone on a date to this restaurant? “Hey, would you like to meet for dinner at Gaucho Parrilla Argentina?”. Hopefully, your date doesn’t think he or she needs a passport for
One thing that I’m starting to notice when dining at restaurants in Washington, D.C. is that the next restaurant that you’re going to dine at is literally walking distance from a restaurant you previously dined at. Remember the restaurant I just went to called Bad Saint? Those restaurants are literally within 75 steps of each
Duck. Duck. Duck. Goose. Remember that game? Can you imagine the thought of someone telling you that you’re going to eat duck for dinner when you were younger? How disgusting did that sound? I don’t know about you, but I grew up on chicken, beef, and fish as my desired meats in my household. If
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