Bristo Place was just an address, four or five lines on an envelope mean nothing when you know that Forest nachos and burritos legends will live forever on. Certainly glorified by the series of tubes dwellers, the scent of melted cheese, the word on the unmistakable garlicness of the hummus spread around the tectonics faster than the shout of a vollie trying to find the missing Jan-who-ordered-Cheesy-Beans-ouch-this-plate-burns.
Be it on number 3 90º all around dream kitchen or on your own domestic dish skyscraper, all of that Forest time taught you how to flawlessly sing along to the tunes of veggie lunch times karaoke.
For this, m'dear Forest peepz, here's a 5 star sticker of approval from the purple cow. Well, the other purple cow. For all you, for all of your windows.