There’s a certain stuffiness that comes with The Heights, I mean money. They’re fucking synonymous. Put that four syllable word on you pipe and smoke it. So yeah, The Heights is stuffy. So why would you blue collar fucks want to go to this part of town? In a word, a bar. Enter local bar Cheer’s. It’s not quite like the TV show bar, but it is comfortable and inviting. My ma and I went there for a light dinner yesterday and grabbed a round.
Observe that Gin and Tonic. Could be the stupidest piece of drinkware I’ve ever seen.
Now feast your jealous eyes on this this creation. One of the specials on the chalkboard is sitting on that plate. Fried Green Tomatoes
Grilled Shrimp
Marmalade Sauce?



























