I lived in London for 6 months and was thrilled that I could go to my local chipper and get fish fry anytime I wanted to.
Once upon a time outside of large cities (which is the majority of America) coffee was basically coffee. I remember seeing a Gloria Jean’s in the mall for the first time and wondering why my mom got all happy to fork over big bucks for a cup.
Why do all the Australian names sound like adult entertainment places? I swear I went to the Icy Pole in Helsinki.
The souls of my vanquished enemies.
My Ex wife and I got hit by a beef stroganoff that we both got at a local chain that rhymes with Toodles & Tompany. Luckily our condo had 2 bathrooms.
I might buy it with a bumper to bumper warranty for 100,000 miles and free Uber pick up when it breaks down. Or have Toyota design and build it.
Now if a company that made a decent quality product would do this, I would be a buyer.
Church Fish Fry: Beer battered cod, crispy and golden and not oily, with fries, homemade coleslaw and two small pieces of marble rye with pats of real butter. Copious amounts of tarter sauce so there is no need for ketchup.
I was always under the impression that McDonalds stuff like those stools and the tree are property of McDonalds forever like a delivery truck is for UPS.