Last night we took a cable car all over. We went to this fancy lounge called Top of the Mark, drank martinis and stayed out of the rain. Then for dinner we found ourselves in the famed Fisherman's Wharf. I don't remember where I ate, but I do remember the pasta shells with basically 3 sticks of melted butter and garlic for the sauce. Apologies to my arteries.
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ummm you left out the brick bread. but you know, whatev. that was a bizarre night to say the least
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