FROM THE SHADOWS
And into the light, that's right. Raise your hands in the ai-air. Everybody else is f*cking asleep and you know what? We have a pancake with your name on it.
Kelly, right? Please tell me your name is Kelly. Else we're going to have to start this batch over.
This used to be a late-night city. We're putting our stake down. Gauntlet thrown. Come on, people! Come on in.
"What does Limen even mean?"
...you guys don't use the f*ckin internet?
Anyway. I'd love to hang out chatting all day, but I've got an Old Fashioned to make for that listing 80s rockstar in the corner.
I USED TO BE ABLE TO REMEMBER THINGS
Sometime in 2024...
Our pal Janet ripped off her spiked bracelets, threw down her leather jacket onto the floor of the Portland permitting office, and dared anyone to fight her for the right to open a late-night diner.
Did she have to spend some time in the emergency room? There were a lot of people there!
Did she get better? Hell yes.
Did we get our permit? Triple hell yes.
The Location
2705 NE Sandy Blvd. Say hey to the neighbors. Check out the bathrooms.
The Doors Open
I'm bored. Are you bored?
The Present
wtf. Just get in here, you're missing the present right now.