Since I'm short on money this week, I'll do a few past-visit posts.
This one shall be dedicated to the Drunken Poet.
The first year I came to live at Ringling, I was super homesick. My mom visited once, so we got some food, and landed at the Drunken Poet. We had a totally hilarious Bulgarian waiter who was incredibly monotone, and ordered us some NOODLES. They were good! This place seemed to teter between fancy and affordable...a strange sort of fusion Thai-everything else place. We had the smallest table in existence as well.
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