Saturday night. Deadline’s come and gone. Long bloody last. It’s been a pig of a week. A stankmonster. Too many 5am crawls out of bed. Too many evenings waist-deep in court documents. Too many dodgy punters. Scumbags. The Ghenginator, ever the contrarian, goes with the Crispy Duck. He’s that kinda cat. The food’s bangin’. It’s a groovy evening. Even the view of the Avondale Centre parking lot isn’t that bad.