Otto Pizza
oily ambrosia, a besotted slice for three; we took the long way
Duck Fat
the things that move us; holy trinity of spud, fowl grease and fungus
Novare Res
the universe casts unanswerable questions like, “mustaches? here?”
Beals Ice Cream
freshly churned dairy casting a glow not unlike stolen barn kisses
The Gallows
i refuse to live in a world where the answer to poutine is no
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