- One of the top 10 DC's of all time.
- 1360 Vine StLos Angeles 90028
- (Btwn De Longpre Ave & Afton Pl)
The giant corn was the highlight, though it's a meal in itself. Ceviche was salty but yummy. The death pose was slightly forced ... death by decorative fountain. Yeah.
THE BALLED OF HOPPY MCGEE
By Frank Matcha
Flaco drank Peruvian brew
Blandro ate an Andean stew
But they all thought 'bout you know who,
An Old Core member tried and true
It was D.C. night at Los Balcones
Sarah said: "You got somecojones !
Throwin' this gig like a bunch of phoneys,
While Hop's back east watching the Tony's"
So Sarah got her Canon out
Said: "I'll try to die if you try to shout"
But Flac' and Blandro started to pout
For the Old Core buddy they were thinkin' 'bout
D.C. night didn't feel the same,
Though there weren't no one they could blame
But when the cold ceviche came,
They looked at each other and said: "This is lame"
Well this here's the ballad of Hop McGee
Sounds like a man, but it's ashe
One time we took to callin' her Rhee,
She'd eat in restaurants even with a B
Her motto was: good food comes first
But she was in a rut and that's the worst
For higher education she had a thirst
So finally the bubble burst
When the holiday party came around
She didn't go to Schatzi's, didn't wear a gown,
She said: "I'm skipping this two dog town"
And knocked out 36 applications without a frown
It took a hundred admissions counselors 200 days
To read through Hoppy's verbose essays
Describing Hoppy's complex ways
Of moving people from point B's to point A's
When the acceptances finally trickled in
She said: "I always know'd that I would win!"
Did her final Colby front desk spin,
Then picked the broken Power Ranger back up again.
She called Tajjar, said: "We're headin' East
I'm gonna' conquer that academic Beast,
With a 3.75 at least,
I won't be stopped by a little yeast
[That last line was in pretty bad taste
I wrote it down in too much haste
But I couldn't let it go to waste
Even though it's imagination-based]
So Hop and TJ hit the road
To travel to their new abode
But the truck doors opened and they dropped their load
Upon the highway on which they rode
That didn't matter none cause they were eastward bound
And their grimy belongings were soon enough found
By a good samaritan and his mangey hound
Who seemed to know their way around
But a few hours later their engine blew up
Outside the town where Hop grew up
And TJ tried hard not to throw up
At the bill for service the mechanic drew up
But that didn't matter, they were eastward bound
Till the pistons fried without a sound
And the carburetor started to pound
And their little Ford Mustang was downed
When they finally made the east seaboard
Tajar said: "Halleluja Lord!"
And gunned the motor of the Ford
Till the rebuilt engine roared and roared
Now Hoppy spends most every day
Urban plannin' her heart away
And all an Old Core friend can say
Is: "Do these gingham curtains make me gay?"
No, that's not what I meant to write
Since our friend Hoppy's taken flight
We eat most each and every bite
With just a little less appetite
But we hope one day we'll see Hop again
Around a dinner table packed with nine or ten
And we'll know that is the moment when
This Dining is a Club again.
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