The first stop in Burque has to be Frontier Restaurant; a local staple in the Albuquerque community since 1971.
It's always a different restaurant, but the same [waiting] game.
This shit right here.
Green on the outside.
Green on the inside.
Believe it or not.
Second stop was the barber shop.
Giant was leaning towards a number 13/18 fusion.
I chose differently. That number 27 tho.
Mike's dad Pete has been a barber since the beginnings of last century. He used to cut air at the local air force base, but now runs his own shop and additionally caters to to civilians.
Fadable yet unfuckwitable.
With our stomachs full and our hair cut short, we headed out.
Smell ya later.