There's a new restaurant in the Newark Liberty International Airport called the C.B.G.B. Lab that sells things like the Patty Smith melt (its actually on the menu, it makes my asshole pucker)..... This is what happens when my two worlds collide in an ugly drunken one night stand and that restaurant is the bastard child of New Jersey and Punk Rock.. .. They don't even have Hilly's Chili and that's just equal parts: ground beef, ketchup, cigarette ash, and secret sauce hand squeezed from Stiv Bators from the Dead Boys
