Monday, September 14, 2020

US AT THE END OF THE WEEK

I am Sam.

And Isa represents what I've been missing in the time of Covid-19 including a college reunion at Fred's Revolucion, lunch at the Original Pares Mami House, and the confrontation in Escolta (and Binondo).

A murderous week concluded in Moscow with the liberation of Rodion and the ascencion of Eseniya while in Marseille, Lucas and Robert regained city hall at the cost of their unborn progeny.  

In London, Superintendent Ted Hastings stood by his obligation to bring down DI Dot Cottan and the rot of London's finest that somehow involved Freemasons in high places, and for which the Kitchen in Bakal 2 laid out a fellowship of pan fried salmon, sinuglaw, chop suey and a quarter of Johnny Walker Black.   

On the second week of Le Tour, Egan Bernal and Nario Quintana cracked in the slopes of Grand Colombier where a feast of minced meat cutlet, pork-wrapped tomatoes, simmered taro and squid, pickled ginger tempura, vermicelli salad, stuffed cabbage, clam soup, sauteed burdock, liver and chives, and soba vanished with their podium aspirations.

The Phantom Bikers wept but they will keep on until the last drop of Mountain Dew, the last morsel of Skyflakes, and the last bowl of arroz caldo disappear from the face of quarantined earth.  

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