Hello Chitlins,
Mallory's friggin' birthday is upon us. Yes, Mallory, the once "trick baby" is now grown-- surpassing even the ripe age of 21. She will soon be 22 and what does that mean? It means flock to Fat Dog for an ale or 11. Fat Dog you say? Yes Fat Dog I say. You know what I say: An oversized wiener I say. Or a pooch with a midnight snacking disorder. A safe haven for relish. The poor mans hamburger. A mildly disturbing dinner option. A slightly engorged canine. Something for a bun to love. The only good thing about the Dodgers. Or just simply bratwurst.
The list goes on, but it's up for YOU to decide exactly what FAT DOG means to you. And the only way to do this is join MFK for a night to remember or NOT, in our lovely town of Montrose. We already have an "IN" with the local sheriffs so feel free to carry on like cantankerous cavern mules with little or no fear. So let us know if you are coming. Gifts are important but can swapped out for booze. Mallory would love to see your joyous face.
* Free drinks for the person who can properly describe what the hell a chitlin is.
Thanks and Peace.
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