So, that Red Wedding, huh?

A month ago when I was dogsitting, I hit up that strip of restaurants on Glisan at 27th that do takes on various styles of meaty staples a little too tryhard, a little too expensive, portions a little too small.

I was eating outside at a bench reading a book and and there were a bunch of high schoolers hanging out at the next table having a conversation I mostly tried to block out, but at one part one of them asked, really loud, “who the hell is Robb Stark?”

This ropy musta been 65 or 70 years old guy powerwalking his way down the sidewalk in tight black sportswear turned his head and said “Why, he’s the King in the North!” and kept going without breaking stride.

Anyway I decided I didn’t need to go out drinking that night.