When I first arrived at this “Italian establishment” I was somewhat skeptical, the place seemed adequate but unsure. I sat at the leather bar stools and began to sweat with anxiety, I was sure this was my last visit. BUT… then an angel of alcohol bestowed herself upon me. My consciousness was filled with whimsy and wonder. This overwhelming bewilderment flooded my psyche with compassion and booze. Her smile was something from a fairytale and my first sip of the Blackberry Sangria must of been the land of milk and honey spoke of in the Bible. I’ll never be the same. I think her name was Hailey or something. 100/10
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