Oooh, Wednesdays make me sassy!
My friend Victoria sent me a text a few days ago. Apparently I needed to try breakfast at “Poultry in Motion” in White Rock. Huh? What kind of name is that? Sounds like a butcher’s shop or a meat market that deals exclusively in fowl. Do I really want to eat breakfast from a place called Poultry in Motion?
I love Guinness. If I can both eat it and drink it at the same time—which is possible at Burgoo—then in good conscience, I am obligated to do so.