Last December we stopped into a bar to get a drink before meeting friends for dinner.
We stopped into the Café da Associação, the resident association's bar, where a small beer cost 60 euro cents.
We stopped into the complex's newest Michelin-starred restaurant, which has an in-house poet who writes a personal verse for every V.I.P.
Too early to take an official tour, we stopped into the admissions office to pick up a map so we could go on a self-guided one.
Before leaving, we stopped into the country store to peek at the jams and fruit salsas made from unsold fruit, before heading to our first winery of the day.
When we stopped into a random pub and used improvised hand signals to order Plzensky Prazdroj and knedliky, we felt as if we were the very first outsiders to discover the joys of Czech beer and dumplings.
We stopped into the complex's newest Michelin-starred restaurant, which has an in-house poet who writes a personal verse for every V.I.P. — New Yorker story by Evan Osnos about Macau, China, the gambling capital of the world Look at you, Mister Woo, Wonderful you.
They've been driving, or they were in traffic, or they got their lobster dinner about two hours late, and they just sit down and go, 'Aaaaah.' " We felt like doing the same, but were glad we stopped into Tod and Suzi Foster's Bar Harbor Brewing Company first.
We stopped into DCity Smokehouse, a diminutive barbecue spot in the Bloomingdale neighbourhood.
After being immersed in this terrain for 2 hours, we stopped into the supermarket next door to the theatre.
We stopped into a shrimp wholesale compound to see if we could find anyone to talk to in the meantime.
