Front Towards Enemy 40-11 30th Ave Astoria, NY 11103 United States So much longing In her sleepless sister city where the cool come crossing to Queens where wonder is never as it seems. Hidden oasis stashed In tinfoil traces where beards retire bare bottom objectification Improving upon the area's uber-success a few short blocks to and from the train. The canz recycled The ladies dismissed Now gentlemen follow a sweet afterglow illuminated clearly by Afton's good show. Still the delectability danced on my palate with character, charisma, and careful preparation provided in plentiful portions, though never enough to satisfy when flavor is balanced so considerately. Maybe it was the shake stout, so refined, so inviting, without a hint of thirst, it summoned me, and now my lifelong Irish companion from days of studious portrayal where chugging by the pint was a dare not refused, now bested by a new shake stout
