“It’s happy hour somewhere!” The perfect excuse to give someone when you decide to drink a whiskey at 9:13 a.m on a Tuesday morning. (Please use your discretion when drinking) Happy Hours aren’t one of those “things” that I’m “hip” with. I’m more of a breakfast, light lunch, and dinner kind of person, I prefer
“She see money all around me, I look like I’m da man….”.. I literally, had no other opening thought, and I was listening to that song, so.. “But, I was down in and out like last week, tell me where have you beeennnn…” Now, I’m trying to correlate that song with this restaurant, but sadly,
There are so many restaurants in the state of New York that you can’t go wrong with what you choose. Unless your restaurant choices suck, then you’ll need to reevaluate your life or let someone else choose for you like you’re a 5 year old child that can’t decide on which body part of the
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