I’m the same way about my hotel stays. I’m always blown away by how people think it’s ok to act like a shithead and leave rooms like they imploded.

Did I miss where they pointed out the cost?

I remember eating at a restaurant in Nashville one time that felt Farm to table Fake. It had all the cliche stuff like pallet wood on the walls and plants indoors and hip looking staff but something just didn’t feel right. I have zero recollection of the food so that probably tells the entire story.

“Craveable” is one of those words that makes me want to jam a spork into my neck until I find the cranberry river.

If it was me I would have walked into the row in front of me and then waited until enough of a gap opened up behind me to walk back and get it. There is always one or two sheeple who can’t get it together fast enough giving you a window for bag snatching.

It’s incredibly subtle thats for sure. I got a graham vibe myself a day or so ago from them but it’s so fleeting. There is definitely a familiar taste in there though.

My mouth waters at the mere mention of those damn things.

I think some places in Ireland? Britain? Somewhere overseas? have places that are walking only. The solution they came up with is large parking lots outside of the city and either a brief walk, bike or a shuttle into the city.

So anybody intermittent fasting REALLY needs to cram in the decisions as well as the food.

That’s like comparing potato flakes to Joël Robuchon mashed potatoes.

I consider myself incredibly capable in the kitchen and I have zero cookbooks. I don’t like them.

Came here to say that. Totally amazing. Get the movie theater box or 99cent box at the grocery so it’s little mini ones.

The aftermarket already has parts lined up for this.

Swap out the lead and put in some Chevy Bolt or Volt batteries and that thing will be right as rain. That will cost you 3k or so but they will last forever and lighten the load.

I’m pretty amazed by all the negativity in the comments and the “told you”s.

I can’t be sick of anything more than posts or videos about things that are “satisfying”.

I grew up in the Ohio valley. The crack between Ohio, WV and PA. My mom used to always buy these from the grocery store but I can’t recall what we called them. I believe she called them, “the french pastry things”.

I had to check the date.  I thought for sure this was April 1.

Can’t swim.

Fellow old here.