At Café la Maison this weekend, I ate an ungodly but delicious amount of:
Duck breasts, steak filets, snow crab claws, shrimp cocktail, clams casino, caviar, escargot, crabcakes, chicken caesar salad, couscous, green beans, bbq sandwiches, potato salad, cole slaw, baked beans, salsa omelette, hash browns, sausage, pecan pie and a turkey BLT. Not to mention the wine, beer, vodka and bourbon. Why am I still hungry?
Best… restaurant… ever…

Oink. Doesn’t anyone shoot people in the leg anymore? It’s weird, this whole thing turned out just like the final scene of Lethal Weapon 4. Except Jet Li was a slower, older, crazier black dude.
