When I was a lower-case G, I dreamt of opening my own restaurant – Courtney’s Cool Cafe. I spent my elementary summers whip’n up subpar turkey subs until I realized my only customer was scamming me for free lunches (what else are sisters for).
Now long retired from the restaurant biz, I spend my time getting down on bomb bites & bevys, hosting parties for my pug, visiting my homeboy TBELL on the reg & blogging SPORADICALLY. Food & booze is my bread & butter & what this blog is about. I also like to sprinkle in a whole lotta NOTHING in between face down, elbows up posts.
Click through the links. Or don’t. You do you.
C3 fo life.