Hotel Hell

Figured I owed it to all you kidz out there to throw down some pics of our fabulous dinner at Chefguy RJ's house. ChefDad and ChefKid knocked out some killer dishes, as you shall soon see.
The discussion, as always, was wild and loose and fueled by booze.

Those wild booze-filled antics are the whole reason this site has remained dormant for more than a month.
And yeah, once again was re-hashed the infamous story of
The Night Of Which We No Longer Speak (link NOT provided).
Watch where you shakin' or spankin' that ass, girlie...

So for all you Gourmand Whores and Vicarious Cocktailers is a collage of the escapade...



I did manage to make it through the evening without levying and awful joke about ChefKid performing a
Hot Beef Injection...














Bananas Foster Is The Best Fucking Dessert Ever. Ever!


And just for the real Super-Secret-Stalk-O-Voyeurs (of which I am often one) I will include an ultra-rarity.
Something rarely seen on the Afro-Net and not to be repeated anytime in the soon...

Camera Turned...

Happy Thanksgiving, kidz.
Love You All!!