While I’m at it and still can, here’s the lowdown from last night’s feeding at Hideaway.

As usual, Sunday dinner came from Jewel Cafe. Chef salad, egg fried rice, ten chicken wings, and seven orders of pork sisig.

I behaved myself, confining myself to San Mig Zero beer. I had several but didn’t cross the line. As I was walking down the highway contemplating my nightcap venue, once again, a trike driver called me by name and wanted to take me home. Upon reflection, I decided that was my best option, so I took it.

So, hopefully, I’ll be back tomorrow with a post about today’s Hash.

Until we meet again, I trust I won’t be a Long Time Gone.