Changing gears and eating cheese

Wow, I was a wench yesterday.

Almost immediately upon publishing that post, Matt from Addicted to Vinyl TOTALLY hooked me (and Esteban) up with all the Journey mp3s. He totally rocks and played a HUGE part in changing my mood yesterday.

Moving on…

Last night, Mel was at MELT! I was catching up with an old pal. From something straight out of those stupid girlie dramas, the waitress was blatantly hitting on my “date.” Seriously, at one point she even said he smelled nice. Another time, she went straight for him and asked how he was doing (ignore me, much). Of course, I blurted out, “I’m fine, thank you.” I’m sure she tortured me on purpose by selecting all the hottest freakin’ jalapeños in the world for my sandwich. C’mon, I cried on my FIRST bite. Completely unneccessary. Regardless though, she was super sweet and cute. She obviously does not eat the grilled cheese though.

Of course, I had to select a new piece of cheesy goodness to try — this time, the Municipal Stadium Magic. Heaven, as per usual. ESPECIALLY with the few drafts of Bell’s Oberon I selected. Ooooh, the bratwurst was fantastic! Their renovation is also complete, which makes the restaurant LOOK larger (which is nice while you’re waiting 45 minutes on a Wednesday), but there still seems to be the same amount of tables. Those kitchen peeps need a gold star for pumping out some serious grilled cheese, seriously.

Tomorrow (Christmas in July), they’re tapping two kegs of Christmas Ale along with a visit from Santa Claus. I guess Katie’s cookies will make an appearance as well… I hear they’re tasty. Oh, and get thee drinking arse there early, pours start at 11 a.m.

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