Once upon a time in a burger's bar in a Vienna far far away I ordered a burger, my wife a naked…read moreburger, because buns, like clothes, should always be optional. After days of feasting on nothing but the flesh of the once-living I yearned for succulent veggies and some taterchips.
Like lightning, no doubt deploying time travel technologies, my Moscow mules and burgers appeared as if by magic before me. The only thing that could have made the service better was if the bold masked waiter man was a sexy seductive bold masked waiter woman, but alas, I can't have everything all in one evening, something must be left for tomorrow.