No joke! Gabry and I went for a nice little Italian lunch on Sunday. This small restaurant (off Grafton Street) has two levels. The stairwell has mirrors on one side in an attempt to make the space feel larger (and it works).
As we were waiting to pay the bill, a tall man with long brown hair in a black cowboy hat entered with a woman in a long, furry white coat. They didn't look particularly glamorous, but they did not seem like locals. Anyway, I see them enter via the mirror siding on the wall and I exclaim, 'I think that might be Jesus', much to Gabry's surprise.
I was going to ask him, but I felt a little silly about walking up to him and asking if he was the poker player known as Jesus (really Chris Ferguson).
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