man power, MIA

in the absence of secret agent man power, i will be reporting alone, although i can barely contain my sorrow.

secret agent man power was last seen exiting the boston metropolitan area by scooter with a bag so dangerously volatile in its contents it was described poetically by intel as a "basket woven in pure dynamite". reportedly his last words described a plan to take down the man who destroyed his life once and for all, "even if it kills me", he allegedly proclaimed.

man power went off our radars shortly after he left the desert wasteland that lies north of boston; key informants have stated that his destination is the mountains of vermont-country.

dead dead dead. man power is dead and there is no hope for any of us to survive alone.

wings this week were delicious! i took it upon myself to eat both buffalo and regular so as to consume the full experience of wing night. along with me was secret agent bandolero comanchero, a wing night newcomer, despite being a long time agent. we both agreed that the wings were far too spicy, and unfortunately the dining hall was busy, and not an adequate environment for the (also MIA) RAY. regardless of all obstacles the wings were perfect, and frighteningly large. the chickens this week must have been the size of turkeys, and twice as clever.

the beer this week was the sinebrychoff porter, from finland. i'm delighted to report that this was my first finnish beer, though regrettably, it was a little tricky to finish. it was a barley-strong flavor, and it was flattish, maybe i had a cursed bottle. the result was a heavy, syrupy, almostbarleywine. i wasn't too much of a fan.

the help was very pleasant and was smiling the entire time, it was nice.

hunger: enough
wings: too spicy, for the 3rd consecutive time
beer: probably fine, but just not my thing
atmosphere: 2 stars
service: 30+ percent tip.

as promised, here is footage of a ninja warrior battling a rival ninja on mission hill.