Thank you, you typed it so I know you meant it. You can't take that back.
And no shit, my wife loved it. I don't question the easy things. It's been years. The last time I ate there we were dealing with what to do with the mini bottles, like at the beginning of free pour. The vice president of Diageo was wanting to talk to a few of us in the business after a meeting, they picked there. It's hard to forget because my wife was extremely pregnant with our second child. I walked into that room overlooking Columbia and he had the entire menu ordered. But I had to drink Diageo scotch.. no matter, they had Oban. He asked me if there was anything else I wanted.. I told him a lobster bisque in a to-go box.
Chop, chop garçon.
I'm going to heaven for the weather and hell for the company.
Be dangerous, unpredictable, and make a whole lot of noise.
There was no way I was riding back home to Lake Wateree after being in vicinity of that lobster bisque without one.
Come to think about it was about this time.. my son will be 13 in 2 weeks.
and don't forget the baked pimento cheese, I could take a bath in that stuff
"I am a man, not an animal and I always try to conduct myself accordingly. Doing anything less is just giving up and expecting (and being okay) with failure."
Rubberhead
Bar hopping, pleasing the lonely ones.
No where but home. Valentine's Day is for suckers.
Carolina Counsel
We will be heading to alodia's. The new one in Lexington y'all should go check it out my brothers the main chef and running the place. Excellent food.
"I'm just a victim of a circumstance"
Buy your steaks tonight, tomorrow they won't be on sale!
Low country redneck who moved north
We got stone crab claws coming from Joe's in South Beach. My wife's favorite thing to eat
Them that don't know him won't like him, and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different, and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
They don't put Championship rings on smooth hands
Fried doves, milk gravy and homemade biskits!
RIP Kelsey "Bigdawg" Cromer
12-26-98 12-1-13
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
Missing you my great friend.
Whatever the wife brings me to the Fire Station.
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“… duckhunting stands alone as an outdoor discipline. It has a tang and spirit shared by no other sport—a philosophy compounded of sleet, the winnow of unseen wings, and the reeks of marsh mud and wet wool. No other sport has so many theories, legends, casehardened disciples and treasured memories.”
--John Madson, The Mallard, 1960
"Never trust a duck hunter who cares more about his success than his dog's."
My mom has been out here the last week lending a hand after my surgery, will probably take her somewhere nice.
I'll put a couple ribeyes and some of Rodney's sausage on the grill.
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