Connecticut Yankee

It’s Saturday night, and after a long perilous journey into the bowls of Ikea (where Kei and I smote the Minotaur, collected our handmade paper lamps, our steel shower caddies and fought the throngs of similarly budget minded nesters (Edward Norton eat you heart out)) we are at the Connecticut Yankee enjoying an enormous fried chicken and prime rib dinner while Kei rides out the final days of the football season watching the Indiana San Diego game. The pub is quite homey. The walls are covered with old time sports celebrities (Joe Montana is striking a prayer pose to my right) and Otis Redding Plays on the stereo. I have a feeling we will return here before the season is over.

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