The downside to this is that we ended up a bit too drunk a bit too early, but had high hopes of making it back to Somerville before R.F. O'Sullivan closed. And we nearly did it. Except we were 2 minutes late. Two minutes!!! Faster walking, an earlier train, the shuttle leaving earlier. . . some tiny combination of events would have gotten us those delicious burgers! Unfortunately, it was not to be.
Except that Alex is a problem solver. And he had burgers at his apartment. And some crazy cheese called "boursin." Maybe it was the extreme intoxication, or maybe it was because we hadn't eaten in like 12 hours, but those burgers were fantastic. And messy. I actually made a bib out of paper towels, both because of the messiness and my inability to focus on the task at hand of eating a burger neatly.
The next day, R.F. O'Sullivan will be visited, but for that night, homemade burgers rule!
-Jon
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