Saturday night I was at a bar in Park Slop called The Gate and found this written on the wall of the mens room.
“Best Beer I Had When 8 Babies Were Watching Me”
Indeed the beer selection only gets much better when infants and toddlers are out and about with their soft spotted heads, active tear ducts, and hyper active vocal cords. Call me crazy, but a cold glass of Bud never tasted so good!
Klassy! (with a K for added kitsch)