I told myself I'd go into the shop and purchase a multi-grain bagel. When I got inside, everyone but me was in line to get the Mega something? Power-ball? lottery tickets. There was much lottery excitement, but not for me. I looked at the menu and noticed the FAT SANDWICHES. Before I knew it, while others called out numbers for their lottery tickets, I ordered the FAT ROSCOE sandwich from the chalkboard. The written description: cheese steak, chicken fingers, fries, mozzarella stix, honey mustard.
It was delicious, and enough for both lunch and dinner.
Bad, bad, Sylvia. I promised myself to not have another one for at least 6 months.
Smiles,
Sylvia
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