I drank too much this weekend and listened to too much Karaoke Pulp. We love you, Jarvis.
Now if you ‘re still awake, I would like to take you to Grubstake, yeah
And go for a pancake, though the back page is full of your avó’s favorite treats.
Oh look at you, you, let’s get to Polk Street to, to eat real foooooood!
If you please, order choriço before 4am.
You’ll be able to drive past the sheriff on the Bridge, no problem
Come on it’s 3, come on it’s drunk meal time.
Seventeen bucks for a plate of fish
Your friends might only sort of want to eat, but don’t know why it’s worth it.
Where Super Bock will flow, where other broken pescada dreams go.