we went out for a late lunch today at a favourite old restaurant across from a park where i used to get crucified every spring. (long story)
it was as good as it's ever been. i started with gazpacho, then had the chatanooga chicken. i have no idea why they call it that, because it's grilled chicken topped with canadian bacon, mozarella cheese, and bbq sauce, all toasted on a hero roll. where's the tennessee? but it's delish. served with the best steak fries in the world.
dw had the plain (boring) grilled chicken with sweet potato fries, and my boy had an american cheese stuffed burger, with fries.
i'm hungry again, so i'm headin' out for souvlaki.
in nomine patri, et fili, et spiritus sancti.
beidh ar la linn.
wisdom is often in short supply within ones' ego.