Being a man and all, I’ve never been in the powder room at Bender’s, so I sent a covert op into the bathroom armed with a camera so I could see the graff:
Being a man and all, I’ve never been in the powder room at Bender’s, so I sent a covert op into the bathroom armed with a camera so I could see the graff:
Another shit beer + liquor night at Bender’s? With the addition of a campy horror flick? Count me in.
This past weekend was Bender’s 6th anniversary, so team Mission Mission was there in force feasting on buffalo girls, guzzling Tecates and club sodas, and awkwardly dancing to soul music. Then we spotted the most epic couple breaking it down all over the floor.
Shortly after John Kerry botched his campaign for emperor, Ribity was introduced to the window of our favorite bar.
Fucking. Historic.
(Photo by Claudine - Flickr link)
We regret to inform readers that we have recently learned that the two main cooks at Bender’s Bar & Grill have moved on. After I stopped crying into my PBR, I tried every piece of fried and tacoed seitan on the menu from the new cook, Justin. Here is the breakdown:
** Only maybe an exaggeration. Let’s face it, everything tastes better with Jameson and PBR.