I should know by now that if I think something I write is offensive and even think about taking it down, then it will be loved by the people who read this site daily. The "Porn" entry a couple of posts ago proved that I can not only be absurdly distasteful, but somewhat entertaining.
Arctic Circle was a staple of my fat-kid diet during the eighties. The lime-rickeys, the fry sauce, the mushroom burgers, the failed health inspections... a culinary experience worthy of the lunch money that hadn't yet been stolen from me during the school day.
The Arctic Circles in Portland closed up and moved to "family oriented communities," which meant they relocated to hick fucking towns that don't seem to mind a dirty kitchen. However, one returned to Portland just down the street from Montego's, where I sometimes DJ. The AC is calling to me. Right now, as I write this, I want to go indulge in childhood memories and drink the fry sauce right out of the tub. I want to drink a lime rickey (fuck Diet Coke). I want to order a huge burger, tell myself I'm only going to eat half, then eat the whole fucking thing anyways.
Um, off to the gym.
fuck.
goochout.
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