So, last night after catching a movie downtown with my one Dutch friend, we went to the gyros lounge for a couple drinks. Like no one was there, except some regulars watching a show on the History Channel where they try to track down the Chupacabra and never find anything. Me and my friend were joking about it, and this one rough-looking older blonde woman with a santa hat on laughed and was like, "That's right, they look and look and never find anything, ha!", and then went back to scratching her lotto ticket.
Later, she and the guy she was in there with started talking some to us, and it turns out that they're Amtrak workers and they're put up in the city at this hotel like a block away like three times a week, so they come into the gyros lounge a lot for a beer or two after diddling around the city all day after they're off work.
The chicken pot pie I had was good, and the French fries had a pleasant meat taste to them from the oil they were fried in.
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