I was a wee robot when I was confronted with the perplexing "deep fried ice cream" by my dad. "Yeah, they serve it at Zanzibar," he said. I could NOT wrap my head around it. How in the hell could you deep fry ice cream? The blistering hot?? The creamy cold? Two great tastes that did not make a happy family.
Yeah, well, Old Man Daddy Robot didn't tell me that the ice cream was battered, rolled and flash fried. It MIGHT have made more sense.
Tonight - Burrrrr-lesque!! Little Minsky's. Club Deluxe.
$5 cover. Doors @ 9pm and show at 10pm. C'mon out and throw a few back with your favorite pastie adorned chassis!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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