pink chucks, a la mayhem. the only footgear i brought with me, ready for the redeye.
after i got off the plane, i headed to the toad. rowdy was on his way, and i decided to get to know the old toad. lots of young guys with huge beards.
eagle rare and a craft ale of some sort.
view from my hotel room. i passed out before rowdy arrived, and the matrix was on, so there was no waking me. had to rest up for more activities.
the next day... SHMOO! while he was there under highly unfortunate circumstances, it was beautiful to see him, meet his son, and attempt to enjoy a garbage plate with them.
next stop.
back to the toad.
here's a thing. some of you may know that mayhem's ghost (spirit, energy, et al.) has been with me since his passing. years ago, he introduced me to delirium tremens, which is my absolute favorite ale; it's strong, tasty, and comes in a pretty bottle with elephants all over the label. while at the toad, i was asking tom (young, bearded bar manager) about the belgians he has on the vast menu, and if i like DT, which should i try next? after describing four or five, a waitress (not privy to our conversation) came from the kitchen, and placed a bottle on the bar, directly in front of tom.
"what's this? why did you bring this out?" he queried.
"it popped open as i walked by, and i figured i'd let you deal with it." she said, walking back to the kitchen.
decision made.
mayhem's sister-in-law brought his childhood teddy bear to meet us. rowdy and mr. dunsmore.
outside the toad.
we went to niagara falls to chase a sammich at the silo, causing us to be late to mayhem's birfday party. we know that sammich hunting is one of the few acceptable reasons for late arrivals.
the haystack, silo restaurant.
back at the toad. eagle rare for all.
