I'm sorry but that sounds amazing.I lived in St Louis a bit after taking the bar exam and before starting my job. What a shitty city. Also, toasted ravioli sucks. Why would someone take a perfectly fantastic pasta dish, bread it, and fry it? Because they’re a bunch of classless fucks, that’s why. Crush the fucking Blues!
Some folks can live a lifetime and never get a day like today right. Snoring on the couch before the close of the second period.More challenging considering that today is A) a national holiday, and B) glorious weather, the combination of which means a lot of culturally acceptable day-drinking.
They are. I used to get them at Joe Tecce's in the North End. One of my favorite drunken snacking binges was rolling into Joe Tecce's after the magnificent 2005 Sox Opening Day ring ceremony, heeeeeavily inebriated, and ordering 3 fried ravioli orders to go. I housed the shit out of those on the train ride home, audibly moaning in pleasure around uncomfortable strangers.I'm sorry but that sounds amazing.
. . . . .and my Spy Ponders in 2017. . . . . Thankyouverymuch.I didn’t know Coyle was on that Weymouth super 8 team- a public had never won at that point, and had barely made the finals (I remember Medford with Shawn Bates making the final, and maybe a Hingham team?). Reading broke through the next year, and Hingham shortly after.
Of course, I was just mentioning the early breakthrough. A couple Publix’s have been to the finals since, including that AHS win.. . . . .and my Spy Ponders in 2017. . . . . Thankyouverymuch.