Why DHM Can Eat A Bag Of Dick.

I hate Donnelly Hospitality Management.

#1. They try to trick you into thinking that they are something special. Like a sports bar, or your local neighborhood watering hole, or the precurser pub to your night at the Roxy, or whatever. When in reality they are all the same boring barf, smothered with flatscreen tv's, and filled with bridge and tunnel douchery.

#2. They have numbers instead of nametags. Really? Is it so that you don't stalk the server? Because on first name alone I'm not sure if you'd recognize her by her slutty facebook profile pic.

#3. If Glowbal and Donnelly got married and made a baby it would be a rapist. A rapist baby with bottle service.

Burrata Update.

Because of wine and lighting, I've never been able to get a good photo of the Burrata from Nook. I finally do and my technological ineptitude prevents me from getting the fucker right-side-up. I gave up because this edible treasure is my favorite thing on the face of the earth, so tilt your head sideways and imagine how amazing your life will be once you've tried it.

This is the American vs. Italian variation. I think that I remember the American one being creamier.