Friday night, recurring Propeller Skies characters The Beaver, Katt, Chris, Young Deezy, and I met at Franco’s to drink beer. Prior to hitting Franco’s we attempted to gather at Apres Diem, but the inconsiderate chickenheads did not provide sufficient parking. Fuck Midtown Promenade. Bunch of bitches anyway.

At Franco’s, the tenderloin was all right and included a sublimely bitchin’ cheese with a nice tangy finish. Fettuccini alfredo with shrimp was reasonably tasty and included a sizeable amount of diminutive seafood.

I had a difficult time deciding if the waitress was hot or not, which means she was not. She was also slow with the beer refills. However, she was far more pleasant than the angry owner. That douche needs to smoke a fat joint and chill the fuck out.

I recommend Franco’s, with the following caveat: the food is good, but the establishment is essentially the same as the myriad other Italian joints scattered across generica.