Actually, TIS, once we settled down in our seats in the restaurant, one of the first things we said was, "Man, we have to get pictures of this, and show that New York lot how things are done. We're way ahead of those guys." Yeah, we did hit it off right away; it was if we'd all known each other for years.

Well we have, in a way, haven't we?

Omar's dad got a duck dish, Omar's brother got a burger of some sort, and Omar, Omar's friend and I were all boring and chose the same thing, a safe option: classic steak sandwich. But I actually preferred the nachos we shared as starters. Damn, those were good.


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