Birthday party for Cory. Which could only mean one thing. Drinks at the Attic. Well… two things, actually: The Attic and El Farolito.

The hunt for food started after a bloody mary lunch. A slice of pizza sounded like the perfect thing to hold the hunger until burrito time. I was in the mood for something new and had never gotten around to trying Katz pizza. Closed. Oh well. Even though the best pizza in town – Arinell – was right around the corner me and the man of the hour walked on by. Arinell’s would have been great, but we’ve had it a million times, so we decided to drop in on Julie.
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