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.
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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!
Oh, noes. Sorry, GG!
Heh, my mom gets bored with the CME stuff, too.
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