Turk-N-Mason

The night started with me chillin' with my young girls when i got the craving to eat after Marisa stated she was headin' out for some Indian food...thought of the "spot" i've only heard about and with some convincing from Lindsey saying "I want some heavy food,that food that sticks to your ribs type food!"...BET!!!lets go...Got King Cannon, met up with the ladies and bounced (this entire time walkin' Liz is keepin' track of her Lakers who eventually won...FYI)...after gettin' them lost for about 6 blocks through some hood/border of the Tenderloin Loin District areas we bang a U-Turn and thats where i snap these two young boys out kickin' pushin' near City Hall...So we find the "spot" and chill outside for a minute on the corner of Turk-N-Mason waitin' for our table (forgot to mention that upon our initial entry to the "spot" we were all blown away at the contrast of mood and class with the restaurant and its environment...anyways)...snapped some Graf as i got hassled by the not so fortunate for some change...so we get inside (still amazed at the interior) order the food (as we wiped the druel off our lips) and admired the 1)choice of music 2)the workers attire which was basically whatever they felt like wearin' DOPE! and 3)the art work...im not the best writer so im just gonna' stop here and tell all you folks readin' this to take my word along with Liz and Lindseys that "Farmer Browns is off the chains, crazy dope,hella bomb!" whatever...thnx for the company ladies <3