THE PATIALA PEG

Balong must move up but cannot, the ceremonies trapped by a quarantine of Icelandic snowstorm whose riddle Andri struggled to solve with Amaia who bared boobs and butt as an offering to the storm that finally broke up on the first Saturday of August when men without aprons toasted the first day of a liqour ban to measure brandy and beer with the patiala peg and the greatest hits of Latin America's street food as presented by UN's top climate negotiators: Lucas with a thick slab of tortilla de papas from Las Chicas de las Tres in Buenos Aires, Amabassador Espinosa's crunchy memela from Memelas Dona Vale in Oaxaca, and Claudia's comforting bowls of Tolu's ajiaco and mote de queso from Bogota.

For the Brazilians, the shadow of Jair Bolsonaro swallowed Fear City where even an alliance between Rudy Giuliani and the Five Families is overwhelmed by the pandemic, Anne Frank's parallel stories clashing sharply with the SONA in Manila that misrebaly failed in measuring up to the patiala peg except for a moqueca at Re-Restaurante Dona Suzana in Salvador and the laal maas from Rajasthan dripping from rolls of Tamil Nadu's idli and dosa which is as kosher as the mutton ishtew from Delhi and Rampur, all good enough for a devout Seventh Day Adventist.  

Andres will stick with a combinado from Lima's Al Toke Pez and Juan will fight to death for the papa rellena of Rellenos de Dona Emi in La Paz, a spread almost as good as the wazwan in Jammu and Kasmir and a regular langar in Punjab where butter chicken originated and the patiala peg was sourced to help the Phantom Bikers measure how much extra strong beer calories will be burned in each morning ride.