We regret to report that this Telephone City show was all but a washout. We're not sure why, exactly. The organizers did everything right as far as we can tell. The show was advertised, it was held at a well-known downtown venue, and it had even generated some press in the local paper.
Brantford just to sample the epicurean delights of grease-sopped Admiral Submarine. AKA Admiral Fast Food, or, if you prefer, Admiral Harry's. Call it what you will; it's a rigorous workout in heart-stopping gluttony.
(photo by Becky Johnson)
Upon hearing our reports of this gastronomic adventure, T-Bone, who remains State-side, had us promise to hold his birthday dinner at the Admiral.