Saturday night Chuck and I went to one of our favorite places to eat -- Phillipes in Los Angeles -- home of the best beef dip. I love the nostalgia the restaurant embodies. Every inch of every brick inside the space has become a time capsule evidencing some mysterious person who's been there or someone's love. Can't help but wonder if "Brian & Judy '01" are still going strong. Chuck and I were discussing the walls on the way home and he was saying he plans to bring his Dremmel next time so he can write "CHUCK" in big letters. The visual of hearing the high pitch screaming noise of the Dremmel in the middle of the restaurant made me laugh. I guess the pictures I take next time we go will be far more entertaining.
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