As I entered an upscale restaurant in Fort Wayne, I noticed
they had crayons at the hostess desk. I palmed a pack of
crayons as I walked by.
Upon sitting down, I realized that there was paper over
the whole table as a the table cloth. Here's an homage
to Picasso I did as I nibbled bacon wrapped dates cooked
in balsamic vinegar and maple syrup. I felt both adult and
childish at the same time-it was a good night.
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