259. Thank the gods for the Circle KY. Woke up with a hangover and no coffee in the house. Ibuprofen is gradually taking the edge off the hangover, and the short brisk (it's really effing cold out there, 3 or 5 or something) walk to the Circle KY resulted in a 20 oz cup of potable coffee and a slice of some kind of breakfast pizza.
I had an incredible meal last night at Fore Street: chicken livers and mussels; brussel sprouts; garlic mashed potato; and hanger steak. I also drank well: the Allagash 4; some beautiful, full bodied Italian red, and a cognac for dessert. Then we went for after dinner drinks (the Victory Hop Devil for me). This is where it starts getting murky, and immoderate.
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