Well it looks like one of my predictions came true - The traffic one anyways. I must admit that I was blindsided by the Farmer Boys thing though. They are usually found a little further inland. If you are really jonesing for a Big Boy burger, there is one in Victorville, on the way to Vegas.
The thing is we never eat fast food in the city. Here we seem to be taken to these joints at every meal. I mean there is a ton of them. Jack in the Box. Pollo Loco. Carls. Farmers Market. Corner Bakery.
We did go to a nice Italian joint in Seal Harbor for dinner. And we had a nice upscale Mexican dinner in a joint called Javier's. But the wife is freakin' cause she is not a fast food person. And I don't have a chance to cook.
Look at this poor slob. I mean he ate Indian food every day of his life. Would you want to look like that? Seriously?
Com'on you know you want a bowl of pasta. Some Oso Buco. Chicken fajita's with black beans and rice on the side? Maybe a Spinach pie with a gyro? How about some hot and sour soup and a couple of egg rolls?
No, no my friend. No curry here. Only hot dogs that have been cooking for three weeks and frozen drinks. Newspapers and periodicals. Would Mrs. Biden like a hot dog?
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.