McSorley's vs Shelby Foote
I've started reading with a vengeance again. Pandemically speaking, my brain was starting to atrophy, the result of wild streaming binges that I started and just didn't have the intellectual strength to stop. It's easy to blame "Tiger King" for this, since that infamous tale of mullet-driven dumbassery tied in neatly with the start of Covid lock-downs, but the truth is many of us just turned into couch-ridden slugs, willing to be mildly entertained as long as it didn't involve waking up the cerebrum. I've recently actually willingly sat down to a series on the Pamela Anderson / Tommy Lee sex tape, in which there is a scene where he talks to his dick in the mirror. This may have been rock bottom, but it's hard to be sure.