I shall, for once, cut straight to the chase.
Last Friday I went to a preview at a new restaurant on the fringes of Soho. I sweated a little, contracted short term halitosis and got covered in food. You know: a fifteen napkin and a trip to the sink filthy dirty kind of covered in food. Then, when home, I had to burn my clothes because the smell of smoke and pungent spices will clearly never leave them. On Monday night, I decided to do it all over again.
In light of which … would everyone please stand up and give a warm welcome to Smoking Goat.
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