And I got a Zep. A zep is happiness on a kaiser roll. You can only get a zep in Norristown or Bridgeport, PA. And I feel sorry for all of my readers who have never experienced the taste bud carnival in your mouth that is a Zep. The picture doesn't do it justice. Believe me.
I also went to a great delicatessen that had it's own . . . wait for it . . .
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| Doot doo dood doooooo! (fanfare) |
Which brings me to the re-run.
Two years ago or so the family packed up the truckster and headed out to get some culture. We saw an exhibit of the Terracotta Warriors on tour from China. We were very classy for most of the the day. But then, we stopped at a Roy Rogers restaurant, and I explained why I would always consider it a five star establishment, regardless that it is a fast food joint. I stand by my rating.
So enjoy the walk down memory lane.
Going to D.C.
So, what little joys keep you sane?
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Pickle bar? Someday I'll tell you our family story about the pickle police.
We're heading to Boston on Wednesday for a college orientation. Fun times though not a fun drive.
Can't wait to hear it, Sue.
Oooh, college orientation. Is this the last one? And Boston! I've never been, but I'd love to visit. Have a good time!
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