On our way home, we stopped in Phoenicia, NY for a not-so-quick but delicious brunch at Sweet Sue's. Here's Karen laughing about the size of her pancakes.
The bar was hot and way over-crowded (what with the free ice cream and all). We worked our way into a hidden corner and our exploration was rewarded with the discovery of an industrial-strength fan. A simple flick of the switch turned that shit into a Whitesnake video situation right-quick.
I had never heard of them, but the movie is so wonderful and heartfelt that it was really great to get to see them play live after watching a documentary about how much they love to rock.
After we finished making a mess all over the sidewalk, we went back inside and played songs for nobody but ourselves the rest of the night. Good. Times.
