Oh the weather outside is frightful. . . .

I hear we may be getting another arctic blast this week. So why not hustle on down to Raymunds (which I once heard described as the "Polish Hooters," because of the hottie waitresses in short skirts and suntan pantyhose) on Bedford Ave for this deelish "cold day special." I mean, a hot open sandwich washed down with a hot beer with a squirt of refreshingly sickly sweet raspberry syrup? What could be more yum than that?