It's that third I'd jump at the chance to center around today. The simple best deviled egg I've ever had happened to
likewise include a Sazerac and some vacant bar stools. It was at The Spotted Pig on a stormy Sunday evening, one of those uncommon minutes in which all occasions in the space– time continuum plot to leave not one, not two, but rather three void seats at the Pig amid administration hours. This may have been the main time in the historical backdrop of the universe this has happened.
