Mmmm.

Sun goes down, (host) folks go to bed. What do I do? Pull the curtains and dial up the nudie-flicks. Nope, worse. My grease starved stomach drives me out to find the most american inspired dish in Copenhagen. I binge quietly in shame and chow down my (tear) salted fries. If caught I'm going with, "But I'm just holding it for a friend."