I had a HELLUVA hectic week, so yesterday after work I took the M train to the very last stop, Metropolitan Ave/Middle Village. And after a short walk (past a huge cemetery - CREEPY), I came upon my "happy place"...
Oh yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh ... delicious roast beef and curly fries. Just what the doctor ordered told me to avoid:
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| Not Pictured: My (rather large) "To Go" bag |
Speaking of "going", the trip home to my apartment took almost an hour (25 subway stops!) - but it was SO worth it.
And I even haz sum leftoverz 4 NOMing on Caturday!
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there is a greasy spoon that has really good hamburgers by where i used to live called bates that i occasionally have to make a pilgrimage to. which dr. dares the question the healing power of a good sammich? happy caturday!
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25!!! subway stops!!!
ReplyDeleteI worked at Arby's in my youth. The slop we sent across the counter was nothing compared to what me made for ourselves, or someone we knew. You really haven't seen Nirvana yet.
ReplyDeleteI would go home every night reeking of roast beef. And no doubt you could taste it on my skin. Would that be an aphrodisiac?
Darling DustBunny Mark:
ReplyDeleteEither an aphrodisiac, or an excuse for cannibalism ... depending on how hungry I was :)
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Awww. So glad it was worth it sweetie. Sometimes a girl just needs comfort food. ;)
ReplyDeleteSometimes the best thing you can do for yourself is a little indulgence. You don't eat it every day, and you gave yourself a treat after a craptastic week. I say go for it!
ReplyDeleteWell HOT DAMN! And the joint was still there was a mircle in itself!!!
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