Hoo boy. Had a good lunch at Titletown, where I had the pleasure of drinking the 'Bridge-Out Stout.' It's like Guinness all grown up. (Or as it should be, more likely, in the Irish way.) The chocolate-thick malt measures tricked me into ordering another; upon standing to leave, I realized that that was a sorry mistake. Yet here I am, back at the
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