6/6 final bloggage

So. We decided to go to The Porterhouse, a micro-brew bar after our own hearts, flying the flag of indie beers and fighting corporate bullshit beers everywhere. It was GREAT. The service, as I've come to expect, was marginal, but after we heard our aborted pub crawl guide say that everyone loves Americans because they tip, we decided not to tip anymore so we feel less annoyed about it. We had an AMAZING lager - best lager ever - called "Chiller" that is brewed by the bar company, and hung out and ate french fries with VINEGAR of all vulgar things (though it was good anyway), and I must say it was appalling to see that the only beers listed under "USA" were Coors Light, Bud Light, Rolling Rock, and Sam Adams. The menu actually said "The USA has a reputation for brewing the most boring lagers ever, but has since come out with some decent brews." Apparently Coors light is a decent brew? Lame. They need to taste some fucking Alesmith beers. Those would knock them on their asses, I bet.

But. After The Porterhouse, we went to Half Moon for my Nutella Crepe. Oh. My. God. It was so fucking gooooood! OH man. Brett got one that was slightly different and they were both heavenly. Well worth almost 6 Euro each, though maybe not worth that much more than once. Things are damn expensive here. We're trying to get used to the fact that we didn't go out at all in the US so that we could save for this trip, and that NOW we can go out.

I saw an Urban Outfitters last night and thought of Shannon. Aside from the every moment that I've been thinking about her, every time I take a picture and every time I see a picture I can't pull off but that she could, it makes me sad that she can't be here experiencing this with me. :(

time to go to bed!