I've spent a lot of nights in a lot of bars, but the Powerhouse in Folsom is the only place where you are guaranteed a chick in a bikini for Monday Night Football. "Denise" is there for the half-time putting contest (don't ask) and she's collecting names and phone numbers for some sort of "raffle". Personally, I think she's some sort of spy for the Department of Homeland Security collecting information on how many degenerate drunk losers are available for the draft if "needed". It's usually just me and Ken on Monday night but we managed to talk the girls into joining us tonight. We promised them pizza. FYI, Chicago Fire has the best pizza in Folsom and they deliver to the Powerhouse. They're actually connected and there's a special phone that you call your order in from. Kind of like the bat-phone. Anyway, pizza was good, beer service was marginal but we'll probably be back next week. They have the best hi-def TV I've ever seen. And there will probably be a bikini-clad chick.
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