Have I used "Aw hell no, dog" recently?

Anchower to the max, a result of a ludicrous touring schedule, but here we are in DC, where the profs are thick as bugs on a bumper. I take a moment to recharge my batteries, and darn near throw the cinetrix laptop across our closet of a room:

IF you've ever been to Pylos or heard its fans talk about it, you know that one detail literally above all others defines it. The clay's the thing. It's what more than 1,000 unglazed pots attached to the restaurant's ceiling are made of.

Get it? Me too. I could not keep reading. Perhaps those made of sterner stuff will break it down for you. In the meantime, would welcome any thoughts for interesting dining options in DC. Haute, bas, ethnic, not, whatever.

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I didn't know Peckinpah directed Convoy.

Over and out.