A relaxing evening off... and a dreadful day of suffering.

Well we finally got our friday evening out.. chicken wings at Hooters.. and seriously you really only want to go for the food. Pushy "mutton" isn't a great look for customer service people, and at least I'm not alone in my opinion!

After several bottles of Corona (well, three) we rellocated to Daniels, where I attempted to smoke a dreadful badly stored cigar with a Martini, the Martini was weak and not exactly well constructed. Further alcohol flowed, then a taxi drive back, followed by more alcohol, followed by blissful sleep..... followed by my brain attempting to leave through the sides of my head Saturday morning. Recovered eventually after more naps and in time for an evening at Ruby's Diner, a strange strange place marketed almost entirely towards middle aged single men with a 50's teenage girl fetish. Sub standard overly greasy food is delivered to you by a very young girl who's been forced into a white and pink gingham traditional 50's waitress outfit with white socks and white trainers. You can spot the strange looking men slavering by the "please wait to be seated" sign. Although for them I'm convinced it actually says "please wait to be teased out of your cash you miserable wretch". Food was awful. Bah.

Somethings about this place are considerably lacklustre...