Later that night we went across the street to visit Greg who was djing at Bowery Electric. We brought along a sprouty lil' bulb of garlic that we found in Leigh's fridge. He was sorta steenky!
A few minutes later, the garlic bread we'd ordered showed up. That's not cheese you see on top, it's ALL garlic. Normally, none of us would dare eat anything like this before a night out on the town trying to meet ladies. But at this point in our trip, we were fully confident that we weren't going to meet any. So instead of worry about our awful BREAFFFF, we just decided to enjoy the food.
