For all those who say that we definitely missed a dinner spot on Gouger Street:
It was Triton's fault.
That dude was, like, heavily starving by the time we picked him up. Tess had to restrain him from consuming someone's leather handbag.
|I can haz invisibl hand bag!!|
However, we were first forced (by Triton) to stop at the very next place that served food for a small snack.
|Triton: Small snack. Everyone else: Competitive Eating Rounds 1 to 5|
|AAA-OOO-GAH!!! Dinner time!!|
|While Triton appears to be sedated, seconds later he launched himself at glass and the treats beyond like rabid eagle.|
|"Then Ah'm onna eat dat purty liddl camera too ..."|
Falfel Stop was a highly impressive place to eat with friendly staff and many things on the menu which we were too scared to try in case Triton ate them from our fingers.
Bring on Concubine!