Mmmmm....calories......

So remember that first date girlish-figure-keeping don't-let-him-know-you-actually-eat-anything-that contains-calories meal I spoke of last?

Yah. Didn't happen. I can't even claim those sweet potato fries, which would have been a "healthier" option.

Fresh cut fries smothered in cheese curds and homemade gravy. That's me.
Do I at least get points for the pomegranate ice-tea? I'm sure the 5% fruit juice in there totally saves me. And the baby spinach on my Angus burger? I'm golden.

I'm a disaster when I eat. It's a miracle when I walk out of a restaurant without something spilled on my clothing. This meal was so intent on making a mess of me, that I was required to remove my jewelry, because heaven knows there would have been tequila-lime BBQ sauce caught in the crevices of my ring.

I couldn't ever to justice to the charm of this place with my amateur photography. You simply have to check it out for yourself. Go this weekend, it's the perfect weather for a stroll on Locke St. Browse some antiques. Stop by Epic Books and pick up some new reading material.  

 And wrap it up by stuffing your face at Chuck's Burger Bar. The walking will burn the calories you're about to revel in. I promise.