... in my last gig, in Buffalo. And he picked out every mistake I made in my footers. There was no consistency, I soon saw. I'd pulled slides from everywhere, different years. And he caught it all. Mistake after mistake.
I ate twice at the city's renown Anchor Bar and its airport cousin. The common legend says Buffalo (hot) Wings were invented at the Anchor Bar, to satisfy a late-night food craving of U.Buff students. Meaty chicken wings, dipped in hot sauce, deep-fried. Sauces range from "mild" to "suicidal."
And him? Now we occupy a villa over the Venice harbor. He's still annoying.