We meet on the eastern edge of Hollywood, in a little-known section of town called Silverlake, AKA the Swish Alps. The name of the restaurant is "Good" and they have a selection of over 300 beers.
IknowKK pulls up in a Lincoln Continenal (I think) and parks without mishap. She is a a petite gal with blue, blue eyes, a really pretty face and munchkin hands that flutter as she talks.
We discuss her recent (and only) speeding ticket, the weather, and our mutual acquaintances on LPSG. Impossible as it may sound, IKnowKK is even funnier in person.
It takes us half an hour (and a phone call to my s/o) to decide on which beer to drink. Choosing the food is easy - IKKK takes a steak, medium rare, with the house mashed potatoes. I take the salmon and greens but barely touch it as we're too busy dissecting life, living and the meaning of men.
Five hours later, we harness our wagons and pray that we don't get pulled over as we weave our ways home.
We hope to repeat the experience next time I go to the British Isles or her back to America.
Here's the proof!
IknowKK pulls up in a Lincoln Continenal (I think) and parks without mishap. She is a a petite gal with blue, blue eyes, a really pretty face and munchkin hands that flutter as she talks.
We discuss her recent (and only) speeding ticket, the weather, and our mutual acquaintances on LPSG. Impossible as it may sound, IKnowKK is even funnier in person.
It takes us half an hour (and a phone call to my s/o) to decide on which beer to drink. Choosing the food is easy - IKKK takes a steak, medium rare, with the house mashed potatoes. I take the salmon and greens but barely touch it as we're too busy dissecting life, living and the meaning of men.
Five hours later, we harness our wagons and pray that we don't get pulled over as we weave our ways home.
We hope to repeat the experience next time I go to the British Isles or her back to America.
Here's the proof!
