As does Portillo's.
This is the one mentioned by the guy whose link I followed to the burger blog.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
As does Portillo's.
This is the one mentioned by the guy whose link I followed to the burger blog.
I am determined to go to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse now that I'm living probably less than a mile from one.
It's not like the days of the State Street River, but the theory's the same.
Spring runoff flowing down the streets of Utah.
OK, fuck it. I'm going to the Shake Shack. Maybe I'll just walk home.
I trekked up to Shake Shack for lunch today. Hardly any line!
Oh, that's good to know, bon. Was it lunch time for normal people? I was trying to decide how late to wait. Not that it's sitting-in-the-park-eating-lunch weather, or is likely to be tomorrow. I'll wear a coat.
It was at one, maybe a quarter after. I think it was less busy today because it was chillier out. Even so, it took a little while-- maybe 15 minutes-- for us to get our food.
ETA: I would wait until 2 or later if you can. I've never had a wait when I've gone for dinner.
As does Portillo's.
This is the one mentioned by the guy whose link I followed to the burger blog.
He is a man with obvious good taste.
Congrats Betsy!
Huh - now that Yahoo knows I'm logging on from Greece, not only am I getting ads in Greek, but about 50% of the time I get offered a chance for a green card - America is offering green cards to 50,000 lucky people (in needed professions). I was thinking about applying for one.
But nah, I still don't want to be a nurse.
And it would get messy when I end up becoming Canadian when bush suspends the Constitution and declares himself President for Life.
Have good lunches, folks - I'm headed to bed.
Congrats, Betsy.
Dropped my car off at the body shop to get the bumper re-painted after the lousy job they did last time. Was told I should have the car back tomorrow. Have realized that having a car that I'm making payments on sucks in that I suddenly care about cosmetic issues. Ugh.
Oof, Lyra Jane, I'm so sorry. Job~ma by the boatload.