You know me Edwand, call a spud a spud

Just about to order some tremendous lengua (beef tongue) tacos in the absolute ghetto of Oakland on East 14th.

No underage prostitutes currently (sorry, Dave) but hold tight for feedback!

Smallman1

Not for the faint of heart, Ed! But a strapping 6′5 man with Herculean hair and a stiff bottom lip like myself can hang just fine.

    Smallman1

    There is a bar right down the way for bants, Ed. El Gato Negro.

    Nobody in the joint speaks a lick of English (Queens or otherwise) and they pad you down for guns before you enter. Top shelf blow (straight off the brick from Mexico) so there is that. But best mind your pints and quarts!

      Smallman1 The confit potatoes always get talked about.

      Absolutely standard from Smallman, going to a decent restaurant and then ordering / talking about the most basic dish or side on the menu.

      Didn’t he go to some great Italian and basically order Spag Bol and garlic bread?

      What a fucking idiot.

          bosstrabs to be fair to Ed, those potatoes are one of their famous dishes.

            Im sure what Ed was blown away most by, was the finely chopped spring onion that was surely sprinkled so delicately over them.

            And rightly so.

              seanc80 Im sure what Ed was blown away most by, was the finely chopped spring onion that was surely sprinkled so delicately over them.

              And rightly so.

              He was so chuffed with the spuds, he ordered extras. Twice.

              Then has the fucking stones to criticise the Irish.

                  I actually imagine Smallman in all these restaurants sat at the end of the table in a high chair, eating the chicken dippers and Alphabites while everyone he’s with tucks into terrine de foie gras or rabbit ravioli.

                  bosstrabs Then has the fucking stones to criticise the Irish.

                  Hardly stones when you’re fucking oblivious to your own shite