it was the chairman's birthday. so we went to fette sau. 
you order meats from this counter.
you order fantastic reasonably priced beers here.
you look at diagrams of pig parts here and wonder if you were eating ribs in chaim soutine's studio. no you don't because you have no fucking idea who chaim soutine is.
and it was prety damn good. quoth the chairman, "what is the name of this place? and how often can we come back?" as much as you want sir, until we have heart attacks.—the bastard
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