Wow. $5.29 for a tiny hamburger. $5.29 for a tiny milkshake. $2.99 for a tiny pile of so-called “crinkle cut” fries. So $31 dollars later we’d finished lunch at the recently-opened Uptown Plaza Shake Shack a few days ago. Despite paying cash, I kept the receipt. Something about forking, (sorry, I couldn’t resist), over two… Continue reading What a let down; a total shake down…
Alrighty then. Yeah, I said I was gonna post more frequently, but I/we haven’t experienced anything spectacularly good – or bad – of late, sigh… …well, until we decided, (and God knows why), to embark on this road trip of sorts. Now that we’re about halfway through this little adventure, maybe I’m gonna have to… Continue reading …road hard, hung up ‘vette.
Apologies to The Tubes for the title of this post. It could be our age, but recently we’ve had several experiences at restaurants where we could hardly hear ourselves think, let alone carry on a conversation with each other, or, (in at least one instance), with our dining companions. …and no, it’s not caused by… Continue reading Let’s [not] make some noise!
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