Happy Hour

(Image courtesy of the Baltimore Sun)

This week has been absolutely absurd. Busy, busy, busy, and loooooong as a mo-fo. Overbooked as usual (variety is the spice of life, after all), a portion of our night will be spent getting our salt/bourbon fix at Idle Hour. If you live within 30 miles of Baltimore, go there. Immediately. Order about a dozen pickle backs, and thank us later. A shot of bourbon followed by a shot of pickle juice sounds insane, yes. But trust when we say that it is one of the tastiest ways that you can catch a buzz. Konichiwa bitches.