It seems like in us airports, you have to follow your nose to That One Restaurant That Actually Makes Good Food. Most of the places make substandard versions of whatever their chain sells outside, and for whatever reason their corporates are okay with them representing their brands that poorly. But there’s always That One Restaurant, usually a local chain, never Sbarro gods I hate that place never eat there they are the only place I have ever given a thumbs down to I don’t even think the cheese was melted on my “Arizona style pizza” I need an entire gram of weed to tolerate them and my niece loves them so I have to have a slice a year dear gods help me I’m getting nauseated just remembering eating there and I love pretty much everything
okay haha funny wife she changed the autocorrect on my phone to change “everything” to “scrotum” because I like to write I love everything when talking about food. Or I just love scrotum that much and my thumbs are gettin real fat, could be a lot of things I guess. She’s asleep right now. I’m going to have to ask her which niece put her up to this. I’ve gotten completely derailed and I don’t care this means war. I think I’m going to… Hm. A good creative prank requires thought. Maybe something next week.
It seems like in us airports, you have to follow your nose to That One Restaurant That Actually Makes Good Food. Most of the places make substandard versions of whatever their chain sells outside, and for whatever reason their corporates are okay with them representing their brands that poorly. But there’s always That One Restaurant, usually a local chain, never Sbarro gods I hate that place never eat there they are the only place I have ever given a thumbs down to I don’t even think the cheese was melted on my “Arizona style pizza” I need an entire gram of weed to tolerate them and my niece loves them so I have to have a slice a year dear gods help me I’m getting nauseated just remembering eating there and I love pretty much everything
okay haha funny wife she changed the autocorrect on my phone to change “everything” to “scrotum” because I like to write I love everything when talking about food. Or I just love scrotum that much and my thumbs are gettin real fat, could be a lot of things I guess. She’s asleep right now. I’m going to have to ask her which niece put her up to this. I’ve gotten completely derailed and I don’t care this means war. I think I’m going to… Hm. A good creative prank requires thought. Maybe something next week.