Went to Rochester for a conference this past weekend. Saw some nice old buildings and a lot of crack being passed through not-so-secret handshakes. Rochester is truly another beautiful decaying rust-belt city (New York's greatest natural resource). I saw some guy get wheeled out of an HSBC branch on a gurney with a nasty head would - not sure how that happens waiting in line at a bank. The fireman cleaning up the scene instructed me to step around the puddle of blood, please.
Best part of the trip was a great dinner at the Dinosaur Barbecue: chicken and ribs, cole slaw, beans, and corn bread. Washed down with a metal bucket filled with ice and bottles of Pete's Wicked Ale. There was a killer band with 3 drummers, 3 saxophones, a trumpet, a bass, and an electric guitar. They were awesome, as was the mismatched crowd of drunken crazy fiends. Why doesn't Ithaca have a similar joint?
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Because Ithaca...oh, never mind.
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