The giant plate of fried chicken livers? Because I could. How often do you find chicken livers and a Red Sox-Yankees game and beer at the same place.
The huge five-pound chocolate-peanut butter-banana frappe? Despite a known history of slight lactose intolerance? Because I wanted to. Because this particular restaurant was voted the 'best' frappes in Boston five years running.
The pile of BBQ ribs and chicken breasts? The four beers to wash it down? The slice of pecan pie to finish it off? I don't know. It sounded good. Johnny Damon was sitting at the bar. I swooned.
Because they made me feel free before they made me feel sick.
