Monday, March 16, 2009

Calle, bro

I ate some pan con lechon at Calle Ocho, checked out fancy ghetto wear for the churns, watched Jose el Rey perform with Debbie of Avenue D and then wandered back to my friends' house and passed the hell out. Like a bag of bricks. That's my story. Not a lot to it. But the sandwich was outta control. Out-ta control delicious. 


Anonymous said...

That lechon looks fuckin' DOPE.

- Rog

EAT said...

It was outta this world.