Dinner at Azia

So, another dinner with Lizzie.

We needed to talk, to spend some time alone and in a fairly quiet, undisturbed location so we could discuss a mutual friend who had gotten into some very serious trouble. We needed to find out where we each were on the issue, about our respective mutual states; we needed to compare notes and remember details covering several years of time; we needed to talk about what had to happen next. And given our schedules, we needed to eat. Which is fortunate, because it was time for me to write another restaurant review.

It was Lizzie’s birthday. Well, two days before, but close enough. We’re close enough friends, Lizzie and me, but we don’t travel or live in the same social circuit. I’d never be at her birthday party. (Though actually she came to mine…which was only the second birthday party I’d ever had in my life, now that I think about it. But that’s another story.) Anyway, I said, “I want to take you someplace nice because it is your birthday,” and we went to one of my favorite places, Azia.

We’d been there before, and there is a reason this fact is rather strange when I contemplate it. A few years ago, Amanda and I went to dinner with Lizzie and the very same mutual friend I mention above. That fact was not on my mind when I proposed Azia (not consciously, anyway). What was on my mind was the char. We’ll get to that. That dinner, or more exactly our memory of it, would become part of this night’s conversation, because we both struggled to remember exactly why we four got together for dinner that night to begin with and where in the course of our various relationships we all were. Were we all friends like we are now? Or were we just getting to know our mutual friend? Was it a get acquainted dinner or a good-bye dinner? Eventually we figured out that it was a good-bye dinner. Which when I look back at it is rather sad. I’ll get to that too.

Azia is a fusion Asian joint once described as “Sacred Asian art meets James Bond Chic,” owned by Thom Pham. Thom opened this Eat Street restaurant a few years back on the local Corner of Restaurant Death. A sequence of restaurants had previously opened and closed at the corner of Nicollet and 26th, across from the Black Forest. Despite the poor luck earlier establishments had suffered, Azia ended up having great success.

We showed up early in the evening, and the place was pretty empty. I thought about telling the maître d’ that we’d like a quiet corner, that we didn’t want to be disturbed, that we were here to talk privately and eat a simple dinner. But since she was already steering us towards the ideal quiet corner, I kept my mouth shut and accepted the out-of-the-way booth. That made what happened next a little funny.

I should say that the service at Azia is usually super-excellent and sometimes not, but when it is not, it is never, ever bad. It is just sometimes a little quirky. This is a big place in a nomadic market, so while there is always a core group of servers, there is a certain amount of variation around the edges. Tonight’s server was a woman I had not seen before, who clearly knew the menu and demonstrated her experience quite nicely with the char. I’ll get to that in a moment.

But her style was not what we were looking for. From the moment we were seated, Lizzie and I engaged in our vitally important conversation. We had a mutual friend who had suddenly found himself in very very deep trouble with the law, and we had just heard about it. I knew he and Lizzie knew each other, but I did not know how well. I did not know if this was going to be a rough blow, a bewildering moment, or a case of serious annoyance for her. And I don’t think Lizzie could have known that for me either. So we needed to assess our states of mind and heart in relation to this important matter. And while we engaged in this opening round of discussion, I’m pretty sure the waitress came by four or five times to see whether we needed anything.

“Okay, we’d better make one decision, don’t you think? Do you want wine? What kind, how much? Okay, may I suggest the Faustino Rioja?”

Now we were ready. Our waitress came back and we ordered the wine. She checked both of our IDs and it was brought to us. I was grinning about having my ID checked when she walked away, and so was Lizzie.

“I think it was my sweater.”

We both laughed at the prospect that my simple black Woolrich sweater (purchased, by the way, in 1988, so the sweater itself was almost old enough to have a cocktail) would make me look decades younger, and then we returned to our conversation.

By this time we had firmly established the details and found much agreement about the basics of all the relationships. Both of us thought well of our friend, and we were very saddened by the current situation. He was going to go to prison for a long time, there was no way around that. And while we knew that it could have been worse, we still wanted it to be better than it was.

But that was not enough. We had to do more than order the wine because we were now on visit nine from our server. Now, you have to understand that we did not find this annoying. She was not being annoying. She was just being very, very helpful, and perhaps a bit lonely, because we were the only table seated at her station. Also, since I’m one of his oldest customers, Thom sometimes gives the secret hand signal to his staff to be extra nice. I think this night Thom may have had a fly buzzing around his head and accidentally gave the secret hand signal five or six times. So we made an important decision.

Pot stickers. Lizzie said pot stickers, and I asked her whether the details mattered, and she said no. So when our server came by, I ordered them pork and sautéed. These are the best pot stickers in town bar none, by the way.

Which reminds me. For one year, not long after Azia opened, I lived three or four blocks to the north of Azia, and almost every week, Julia and I would have lunch here. That was just after I had broken up with my sig-oth, who also lived a few blocks away but to the south. She (I’ll call her Georgia) had said to me “Hey, if you ever go eat at Azia or anywhere else in the neighborhood, let me know so we can avoid the embarrassment of running into each other. Especially if you’re with a girl or something.”

So the first time we were heading over to Azia, Julia (then about 9 years old) and I, I mentioned this to Julia and said, “Here, take my cell phone and call Georgia and tell her we’re eating at Azia. Don’t worry, she won’t answer the phone; just leave a message. We have this prearranged.”

So Julia speed dials Georgia and blurts out, and I was not expecting this, “We are going to Azia. You must not go there. Repeat. We are going to Azia,” like she was calling in an airstrike. So ever since then, whenever I went to Azia with a girl (Julia) I gave her the phone and she made the call.

Anyhow, I mention this only because of the pot stickers. Julia and I had pot stickers for lunch every week, and if we were hungry, we’d split an order of the Bow Tie Pasta, which can be ordered with any of several different “proteins” (as we seem to refer to animal tissue or tofu these days), which is perfect for two people to share.

To continue: Lizzie and I now moved on in our conversation to the more philosophical issues of why our friend would have done what he did. I wanted to know Lizzie’s personal feeling about this sort of thing. Our friend was going to prison for over political activities that would clearly be labeled by any court in the land, or any FBI agent, as terroristic. I hate that word, terroristic. But many people would take such an individual and write them off entirely because anybody who engages in any violent activities that can be labeled as terroristic equals Osama bin Laden, and there are no exceptions. I myself believe that life is more complex than that, and people are more complex than that. So does Lizzie. It turns out that we both feel that our mutual friend should very much not have done what he did, but that did not make us not care about him as a person, or love him less as our friend.

But that was not enough. It would never be enough to merely order pot stickers. Things were getting dicey. Visit fourteen was imminent, and I felt we had to do something about it. Now again, I say we were not annoyed. Our waitress was just trying to do a good job. We understand these things. Lizzie herself has been a server, and in fact for much of the time I’ve known her, she’s had at least a part time job in a restaurant. I’ve done that kind of work too, but not nearly as much and a very long time ago. Suffice it to say that we were far more amused, even endeared, than annoyed. But we had to act, so we did.

We consulted the menu, or should I say Lizzie consulted the menu (I have it in my head pretty much), and she was interested in the char the server had mentioned. So I urged us on in that direction. Lizzie also liked the looks of the Hot and Spicy Lemongrass Grilled with Field Vegetables. She wanted it with Tofu. She likes Tofu. This is a person I love and admire and think very highly of. So I overlooked the Tofu thing and agreed that this would be good. It turns out that Thom makes tofu taste good somehow. Who knew it was even possible?

With the pot stickers delivered and consumed, we made our order on the next pass of the server. Just then Lizzie excused herself to visit the ladies’. By the way, when you eat at Azia, the men’s is on the left, ladies’ on the right. It is hard to tell, so now you know and won’t be confused.

While Lizzie was gone, the server came by and folded her napkin for her.

The next step in our conversation was remembering details. For reasons I will not elaborate on here, I needed to have a pretty good picture of what everyone was doing, where, and when over the last six or seven years. It was helpful to speak with Lizzie about this. I became pretty certain that I knew each of them before they knew each other and learned how they initially became acquainted. I was very interested to hear that Lizzie had had dinner with our friend and his parents. In reconstructing events, I remembered that I was supposed to have dinner with him and his parents one day, and they called it off a the last minute. This was the same parental trip, so I guess I was jilted in favor of Lizzie Well, I can’t say that I blame them. I’d rather have dinner with Lizzie than myself too.

So the char came, and this is a big deal. The server is required to fillet the fish right there at the table. There are servers as Azia who do this in seconds, and it is brilliant to watch. Our server did not do it quickly, but she did it very skillfully. Everybody takes off the head and tail first.

“Do you want the head?”

“Of course. Best part, really.”

So she does not put the head in the discard pile. Other servers slice the top half off the fish clean off, then take out the bones, then fold the top half back on. Instead, our server opened the fish like the hood of a car and pulled the bone out. Interesting, and well done. Then the fish gets chopped sagittally into chunks.

At this point, most servers are done. They check whether you want anything else, and move off. Not our server! No. She placed some char on Lizzie’s plate. Then joined that with the excellent Wok fried veggies that come with the char, and applied the absolutely incredible to die for glaze. Then she opened the bamboo box that the Lemongrass was in and served some of that to Lizzie, opened the bottom of the bamboo steamer and gave her some rice. Then she gave me some rice, some lemongrass, some wok veggies, and my piece of char, thus reversing the order and making the mirror image of the two plates, on each side of the table, work perfectly. For the next several minutes, we ate and ate and ate. Lizzie quite literally dived into her food, she was clearly starving. That was fun to watch for a while, then I ate the eyeballs out of the fish head and started into my plate.

The rest of the meal, the rest of the conversation, was more mundane. We talked about other matters, we heaped more food on our plates, we got the check, we were introduced to a second server who had just come on duty, just in case we needed him, and as always, Thom came by to see if all was well. And we said, of course it was.

One of the nicer meals I’ve had. It turns out that the char and the lemongrass is a perfect combination. One of the saddest evenings I’ve had. It is not pleasant to contemplate a decade in prison for a person you care for. But all my time with Lizzie is good. I’m lucky to have her as a friend, and I bothered to tell her so that night.

Azia is on Eat Street in South Minneapolis. It is also the home of the Caterpillar Lounge and the Anemoni Sushi and Oyster Bar. Here is the web site.

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49 Responses to “Dinner at Azia”

  1. April 1st, 2009 at 6:01 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    Ah … sorry, I should have said “coronally” not “saggitally” … how stupid of me.

  2. April 1st, 2009 at 6:20 pm

    lynn fellman says:

    Wonderful Azia! Tall magnificent waiters, untouchable for this middle aged hetero girl seated at the open door window — in the Greenwich Village style atmosphere at Azia. I have my own tales of small, sculptural meals with complicated companions.

    The first time was with my friend, a composer of some prominence with a gentle personality and off-the-scale creativity. A good story teller — brilliant mind. We get together for dinner every three months or so because we love good food and conversation. For many years, we meet like this. Neither of us have a lover and neither interested in the other that way so we meet and talk and laugh. Who said men and women can’t be friends? The composer knows food and suggested Azia. We went many times and much like his digital music, the edible presentations at Azia were fused and detailed — very good. A while has passed since our last get together. The composer found a companion.

    I had been in self-imposed exile from men and most society for many years. Happy to be working — developing new art that came right out of me from my childhood and landed on exactly who I have become. The door to my studio opens right onto a sidewalk onto a main busy city street. I have a new direction in my art that has meaning and passion and I have something to say. I open the door.

    The creative process has an erotic component, didn’t you know? Once out of my studio with my work on gallery walls, I started to connect with my species again, specifically the Y chromosome. Back to Azia for a more sensual experience with a tall, magnificent and this time a very touchable man. Spring rolls for me, lot’s of good wine, sitting by the open window door. This time a fitting metaphor for my mood and the season. Brilliant, creative — the stories he told! This man is a scientist. Amazing! An electric but very short affair, the man is not for me. I sent him home to his wife.

    A more recent connection with Azia was an evening at the Black Forest Inn, a German restaurant across the street from Azia. I’m with my new science, non-believer friends. PZ was in town and about thirty of us met up for good beer and conversation with this well-known and respected man. Among the group are Greg, Mike and Stephanie who tell me how they prefer the cuisine at Azia to schnitzel and spaetzle. Me too.

    Like minded people connect in these not surprising, but convoluted ways. Perhaps I’ll encounter just that right mix in an unattached y chromosome of my species. Perhaps the founders of Quiche Moraine will keep a look out for me.

  3. April 1st, 2009 at 7:29 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    Lynn, thanks for the excellent comment. I will keep my eye out. In the mean time I think you and I have a meeting coming up to develop strategy for an upcoming radio show … maybe we should grab some food at Azia.

    By the way, I have had these culinary events and conversations with many of the important people in my life at this particular venue as well. I felt that bringing “Lizzie” there (the first time) was sort of a way of bringing her into that realm. Somewhat earlier in time, I brought a girl there for a date … just a beer and a snack after a walk around Lake Calhoun. That date went pretty well. I happen to have some three million year old fossils on me at the time and I pulled them out at the table. That totally blew her away.

    And Amanda and I lived happily ever after!

  4. April 1st, 2009 at 7:58 pm

    Silver Fox says:

    I really enjoyed reading this, and it does make me want to come up and have some potstickers at Azia.

  5. April 1st, 2009 at 8:20 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    The one…establishment that filled that kind of role in my life is long gone now. It closed about two months after Ben and I started dating there. That was where I learned that I was more interested in being me than in getting what I wanted, that waitresses are almost always more interesting than their customers, that friendships are as weak as the biggest thing you don’t talk about, that sometimes I’m okay with scaring people, and that the world’s best pick-up line is, “I want to be buried with your people.” Of course, the people are still around, so I can’t walk into an Irish bar in this town without running into a little piece of my past. That might be why I’ve never adopted another regular place.

    Lynn, I’ll make you a deal. Keep watch for a tall, pierced and tattooed (artificial) redhead named Kat. If you find her, tell her I’ve missed her and she should get in touch. In return, I’ll watch for your Y. It might help if you’re a little pickier, though. I’m usually better with a bigger challenge.

    Silver Fox, if you make it up this way and don’t get in touch….

  6. April 1st, 2009 at 8:30 pm

    lynn fellman says:

    Ahhh! Fossils. What a way to romance. I bring my sketch book to all kinds of occasions but it hasn’t had quite the same, successful result. Perhaps I should be drawing fossils in my little book.

    I’m going to AZ for the “Origins” symposium (http://origins.asu.edu/) soon. Dr. Lawrence Krauss’s kick-off to his Origins Initiative at AZ State University. It should be incredible with speakers like: Hawking, Pinker, Dawkins, Venter and many other amazing scientists talking about origins of the universe, life, homo sapiens. I’ll catch up with you when I get back to plan strategy for our interview. Suggesting to meet at Azia — brilliant!.

  7. April 1st, 2009 at 8:32 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    I’d love to know the name of the place that’s gone, Stephanie.

    By the way, the wine choice in the OP was a secret message to MF in Australia.

  8. April 1st, 2009 at 8:50 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    It was The Irish Well, a little dive bar attached to a motel at Prior and University. The big draw was not the pitchers of Guinness (although they were good too, proper nitrogen tap and all) but the tiny stage and dance floor. Every Tuesday we got the same local Irish rock jam band (except when they changed members). On some Wednesdays, the same guys did a Grateful Dead night.

    There’s a Menards parking lot there now.

  9. April 1st, 2009 at 10:02 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    Ah. Saint Paul. I don’t end up over there too often. (It’s east of Minneapolis, right?)

  10. April 1st, 2009 at 11:09 pm

    Silver Fox says:

    Likewise, Stephanie, if you ever make it down this way…

  11. April 1st, 2009 at 11:16 pm

    Mike Haubrich says:

    At Prior and University I have had some good romantic encounters over beer. Even a mutually agreed breakup that ended amicably if a bit melancholy. After saying what needed to be said, she agreed to join me for the Sunday Night Trivia contest and we nearly won.

    I think The Dubliner would be a fine place for a Quiche Moraine strategy session. And Greg, St. Paul should be fairly easy to find. It is just south of your campus by a few yards.

  12. April 2nd, 2009 at 2:06 am

    elle says:

    I’m sorry about your friend, and happy about your atmosphere. Only today I took an LMC (track vehicle) out to “The End of the World” to set up a wood burning stove in this old run down trailer known as the Sugar Shack (for obvious reasons)…just to have an alternative place to go rather than the Amundsen–Scott South Pole Elevated Station. If you are really living large, you get a rare shower on that day too! Ambience entails not every single person wearing a hat that day, although that is now reserved for only special occasions these days, as -90 F (ambient) has been breached, and it’s not even dark yet.

    I wish everyone could experience it. I wish your friend was not in the pickle he finds himself in.

  13. April 2nd, 2009 at 7:23 am

    Greg Laden says:

    At Prior and University I have had some good romantic encounters over beer.

    But it was in the Menards parking lot, I hear.

    It is just south of your campus by a few yards.

    Is THAT what that is? I thought that was Iowa or Rochester or mayby Wisconsin. Are you sure it’s not Wisconsin?????

    Elle: Where do you get the wood?

  14. April 2nd, 2009 at 9:03 am

    elle says:

    We have Spoolhenge–a monument made of cable spools. Also pallets, crates and other packing materials. Yet I too was surprised to learn about such an oddity!

  15. April 2nd, 2009 at 1:58 pm

    Greg Laden says:


  16. April 2nd, 2009 at 2:29 pm

    Monica says:

    Greg, this post successfully made me want to try Azia again. I did not have a great experience there when a group of us met for a friend’s birthday. Maybe it was an off-night. It happens at the best of restaurants. I have lots of conversations that require private meetings about troubled friends, and this sounds like the perfect location.

    In a former life I was a server at a fine dinging establishment where I would fillet brook trout table side, to much oohing and ahhing of the customers. The key is to pull the fins out first before you start slicing. Anytime I was slow at filleting was because the fish was so hot I was literally burning my fingerprints off.

    And Stephanie, Mike is right about the Dubliner. It might make an excellent meeting place for a launch party, for instance. Although they don’t have food. They do have popcorn and Bell’s Two-hearted, and you can usually count on an Irish band with at least one bodrhan to appear on stage under the portrait of JFK ’round 9:00 or so.

  17. April 2nd, 2009 at 3:19 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    Hmm. I didn’t realize this until just now, although it’s been true for years, but I don’t drink anywhere that doesn’t serve food. Unfortunately for the Dubliner, popcorn is not only not food, it’s poison. Migraine bait. Didn’t they used to have a tiny kitchen before the remodel? But we will find somewhere soon.

    Mike, you know Dingley is doing trivia on Sunday nights at Merlin’s Rest now, right?

  18. April 2nd, 2009 at 3:30 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    Where I come from, which might as well be Ireland, and all the bars were Irish, all bars at least had jars of pickled things behind the counter.

    But wait, isn’t it a law that a bar has to serve food? Or is that only in Minneapolis. I thought there was some food-drink ratio that had to be maintained or something. Which is said to explain certain happy hour practices.

    I love Azia, and all Irish bars are good, but the launch party may have to be at the The Blue Nile.

    But anywhere is fine with me. I’ll just drink whatever Stephanie is drinking.

  19. April 2nd, 2009 at 3:54 pm

    Monica says:

    Weeelllllll, you could always eat first, then drink at the Dubliner. I haven’t noticed if they have pickled things behind the bar. Smithwicks might be calling you.

  20. April 2nd, 2009 at 9:49 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    What about the machine that makes hot dogs on demand? That usually goes along with the popcorn.

    Oh, and please don’t mention food to Stephanie just now.

  21. April 14th, 2009 at 11:23 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    I feel a dinner with Lizzie coming on soon ….

  22. April 18th, 2009 at 10:28 am

    Kristin says:

    I love Azia! I’m hungry thinking about it right now….

  23. May 11th, 2009 at 7:38 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    Regarding the QM Startup Party:

    When: Not this weekend, not Mem Day weekend.

    If on a weekend, Friday PM is probably better for me.

    Any suggestions as to where????

  24. May 11th, 2009 at 8:02 pm

    Monica says:

    May 29?

    Blue Nile?
    Town Hall Brewery?
    The Blue Door Pub (St.Paul)?
    Joe’s Garage?
    The Nook (also St.Paul)?
    Or, why not Azia?

  25. May 11th, 2009 at 8:05 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    Friday is better for me, too, or at least for the radio show. I wonder when Town Hall and the Happy Gnome open their patios.

  26. May 11th, 2009 at 8:09 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    All those sound good. I especially like Azia. Town Hall is OK, I have mixed feeling about that place, Blue Nile is always good.

    There’s always the black forest as well.

  27. May 11th, 2009 at 8:11 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    I’m enjoying the idea of the party on a patio. Black Forest is good in that regard. It’s Greek to Me has a decent patio.

    Maybe I’m not getting out enough.

  28. May 11th, 2009 at 8:16 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    I like the idea of the black forest patio. However, may I suggest just as a possibility to consider doing this on a weekday. We would have the place to ourselves if we are many.

    The black forest patio also means stopping at Azia for cranberry puffs and a glass of wine first.

  29. May 11th, 2009 at 8:20 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    I didn’t get past “cranberries.” The answer is “Yes.”

  30. May 11th, 2009 at 8:26 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    Why not be daring and try the Louis Latour Pouilly-Fuisse with the cranberry puffs. Normally, I’d drink red but this could be good.

  31. May 11th, 2009 at 8:30 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    I repeat….

  32. May 11th, 2009 at 8:31 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    So does this mean we are left only with the question of exactly which day? It must be a rainless day. Warmish.

  33. May 11th, 2009 at 8:38 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    Or we could wait more than an hour and let one or two more people have a say. Someone might have much more brilliant ideas than we do.

  34. May 11th, 2009 at 9:34 pm

    chezjake says:

    Department of Random Intelligence:

    Back here on Greg’s home turf, the traditional day for opening patios is May 17th — aka St. Patio’s Day.

  35. May 11th, 2009 at 10:00 pm

    Mike Haubrich says:

    If we do this on a weekend,this would be the weekend I have no progeny for which to account. Friday may be best, because I will be in Minneapolis, anyways…

  36. May 12th, 2009 at 11:56 am

    Monica says:

    Speaking from personal experience, the Town Hall patio is open, but the Black Forest is definitely lovelier. I like Stephanie’s idea of the Happy Gnome too as I really like gnomes (and beer). Not that I have a say, but if I did, that would be it…

  37. May 12th, 2009 at 12:13 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    I can report that the Black Forest patio is open, by the way. It was open a few weeks ago when “Lizzie” and I had dinner there (though we did not venture out there at the time).

    Are gnomes ever really happy?

  38. May 12th, 2009 at 12:34 pm

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    Gnomes are always happy when they’re sozzled on Belgian beer.

    Monica, the big question for you: Are school nights still awful?

  39. May 12th, 2009 at 1:48 pm

    Monica says:

    School nights are not a problem at present. With proper notification of the the other parenting unit, I should be able to come out and play for a bit.

  40. May 12th, 2009 at 5:30 pm

    Ana says:

    Weekdays, good! Weekends, relatively booked… Gnomes, happy! Azia, yummy!

  41. May 14th, 2009 at 8:01 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    We are starting to look at the week of June 8th for the party, on a weekday evening. Anybody can’t make it? Any preferred day?

  42. May 14th, 2009 at 9:05 pm

    Monica says:

    june 11 is a no go for me.

  43. May 14th, 2009 at 9:08 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    Then June 11th is totally out of the question.

    8/9/10 look OK, Monica?

  44. May 15th, 2009 at 6:19 am

    Monica says:

    8/9/10 looks fine! so far…I’ve got you penciled in 🙂

  45. May 22nd, 2009 at 4:24 pm

    greg laden says:

    hey … i can comment from the airport with my kindle!

  46. May 24th, 2009 at 5:11 pm

    anon says:

    Note: The owner of Azia has a new restaurant in Anoka, recently opened.

  47. May 28th, 2009 at 11:07 am

    Greg Laden says:

    Tuesday June 9th!?!?!?!!?!??!?

  48. May 28th, 2009 at 11:43 am

    Stephanie Zvan says:

    Works for me. I think we’re down to Black Forest or Happy Gnome for location. I’m happy with either.

  49. May 28th, 2009 at 9:00 pm

    Greg Laden says:

    I like a snack at Azia followed by beers at Black Forest.

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