Well, we did it again.
Sorry About Your Daughter (patent pending) marched into Hell's Kitchen and once again conquered a bunch of over matched, under armed wannabees, thereby securing our third consecutive title. And with it, another bottle of vodka.
Next time, we're gonna ask to have the vodka sit at our table ...and we'll drink it during the "competition" (if one can even call it that anymore).
T-shirts for sale soon.