Smallman1 yeah we had a side of the confit potatoes, really good.
Roast Potatoes you daft BERKs
MC keeping it real!
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!
Looks rough!
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.
Do they do bants there?
If yes, they’d love me!
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!
Hola todos, me llamo es OLB!
SALUD A OLB, GRINGO ESTÚPIDO.
jonattonyeah SALUD A OLB, GRINGO ESTÚPIDO.
Lol 😂
OLB en la casa!
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.
mono-stereo great restaurant, one of my favourites in london
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.
seanc80 Im sure what Ed was blown away most by, was the finely chopped spring onion that was surely sprinkled so delicately over them.
He was so chuffed with the spuds, he ordered extras. Twice.
Then has the fucking stones to criticise the Irish.
bosstrabs Then has the fucking stones to criticise the Irish.
Hardly stones when you’re fucking oblivious to your own shite
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.
