Pyat and Teddog's Urban Infiltration
Apr. 27th, 2009 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pyatFor this week's fabulous lunchtime adventure/walk, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
commanderteddog and I went down to the waterfront. We went for lunch... sort of!
Boxcar Buffet!
Alas, this unusual steakhouse is closed and in the process of demolition.
"Aah, she's built like a steak-house, but she handles like a bistro!" - Zap Brannigan.
The parking lot was roped off, but we went to look around anyway. And found the delivery door swinging open. I got my trouser legs rather dirty when I made a mighty leap onto the loading bay... only to discover a perfectly serviceable stairway, hiding behind a pile of junk.
I crept inside whilecommanderteddog stood guard!
I did not go through the Staff Only door. What am I, some kind of trespasser?
Jars of urine ripen quietly in the filtered sun. Or pickle brine? I didn't check.
Last, but not least, the linotype back at the lobby of Teddog's office.
commanderteddog and I went down to the waterfront. We went for lunch... sort of!Boxcar Buffet!
Alas, this unusual steakhouse is closed and in the process of demolition.
"Aah, she's built like a steak-house, but she handles like a bistro!" - Zap Brannigan.
The parking lot was roped off, but we went to look around anyway. And found the delivery door swinging open. I got my trouser legs rather dirty when I made a mighty leap onto the loading bay... only to discover a perfectly serviceable stairway, hiding behind a pile of junk.
I crept inside while
commanderteddog stood guard!I did not go through the Staff Only door. What am I, some kind of trespasser?
Jars of urine ripen quietly in the filtered sun. Or pickle brine? I didn't check.
Last, but not least, the linotype back at the lobby of Teddog's office.
