
Our other work "cafeteria" across the street. Love.
It's like being at home. If home is the roadside joint with a bunch of 45s lining the ceiling, strings of non-Christmas, Christmas lights, a busted jukebox, 90 flavors of hot sauce, PBR specials, meals served on a stainless steel TV tray, and some pretty darn good barbecue.
But don't ask for Iced Tea. It's the only way to tell they're not really from the South.
Oh... I'm stuck in Continuing Medical Education lectures (read: boring stuff) all day today and I'm sneaking the internet in on my phone to pass the time during the truly snooze-worthy sessions, but now your post has made me hungry! Agh!
ReplyDeleteOh, noes. Sorry, GG!
ReplyDeleteHeh, my mom gets bored with the CME stuff, too.