I’ll be able to expound upon this in greater detail later this month — like, say, in about a week — but I do need to say that tonight was an exceptionally odd night at Piper’s. But we got to see Cindy — a rare and wonderful occurrence — and Mrs. Crappy took me to a killer bento box place in Oakland before we hit the South Side.
No complaints, boys and girls. As is often the case, weird is (mostly) good.
Please to be sharing scoop on bento place.
Oshii Bento, on Oakland Avenue. For $20, we got more food than we could eat in one sitting. All good stuff, too.