Max eats better than me. And certainly, me as a baby. Between all the healthy homemade foods I prepare for him and the diverse roster of restaurants in the city we take him to, he probably has a pretty refined palette by now! Lucky duck, you. And somehow, he always looks like he should have a white linen napkin tucked under his chin. Here Max is at Old Town Social Club enjoying fancy duck wings rubbed in harissa spice, and here I am asking our server what harissa is! He also really wants some of Dadda's stout, hmmmm.
All done!
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