If you’re anywhere near Florida (or Puerto Rico), Pollo Tropical is the best thing that has ever come out of the fast food industry.
If you’re anywhere near Florida (or Puerto Rico), Pollo Tropical is the best thing that has ever come out of the fast food industry.
The issue here is that he’s clearly a sexual predator and he suffered no real consequences in what might have otherwise been a turning point for his behavior. The lesson he’s learned here is that he can sexually assault people with no consequences as long as he says he’s sorry.
It’s far too late for that. We went to the fair a few days after it opened. Had a tenderloin sandwich, elephant ear, deep fried s’mores, and we got some of that...what do you call it...diabeetus.
I went to the driving range for the first time in...10 years the other day because it seemed like just about the only thing to do that didn’t involve drinking heavily.
We’re technically living in Fishers right now and that’s been tortuous for me (I’ve spent the last 10 years living in Santa Monica and Seattle), but we went to Ralston’s last night, which was pretty solid. Good wings. Mexican food, however, is in a sorry state here. I’ve thought about opening a taco truck, but wasn’t…
What? I said it was nicer than Panera ;)
I’ve been. It’s all right, like a slightly nice Panera.
I moved to Indy from California (not necessarily by choice) and my experience has been markedly different. I find that, by and large, pizza and bar & grills are, by far, the most prevalent and best food in the city. They regard Seasons 52 and The Cheesecake Factory as fine dining. Literally, Vegas’d up Olive Gardens…
Also, the Indy 500 is dumb and should be discontinued. Why do they drink milk at the end? Have a beer, for god’s sake. I hate this state.
That’s assuming they have reasonable judgment to begin with, which I would argue against. These idiots are making death threats because a video game is delayed. They’re throwing fits and demanding witch hunts against reporters that are doing their jobs because...they may have to wait a little longer to play a video…
I got Fallout 4 as a gift and played through the vanilla storyline exactly once (this was before any DLC was released). It’s not that the game didn’t hold my attention, there were some spectacular moments and I really did spend a lot of time wandering around the wasteland, but it hasn’t had the same power over me as…
Not sure if you’ve ever had In N Out, but now I’m craving one. I moved away from California a little more than a year ago (first to Seattle, then to Indy) and NOTHING comes close. Five Guys is good, but it’s a poor facsimile. Their cajun fries are good, though.
You misspelled “Iggles” and the crab fries do not, in fact, have any crab on them (not that I’d want to eat any crabs associated with Philly).
One of the best things about living in America is that you can freely move around and you don’t have to stay put. Living in a climate that no reasonable person would settle isn’t a badge of honor, it’s a brand of stupidity.
In all fairness, the midwest is Satan’s humid shitter in the summer and a frozen hellscape in the winter.
I just came here to say that this is a great song on a great album. And now I’m convinced they have all of 10 fans, you, myself, and the other 8 people that have posted on this thread.
Athlete development is much better in Western nations due to the availability of capital. Athletic science and the knowledge of how to train, as well as identifying potential stars at young ages (again a luxury of nations wherein children don’t have to work and also have access to facilities like pools). Swimming…
Do you know the gender of LPShea? I’m assuming the commenter is male and that the root of their obstinance has to do with feeling inadequate in the face of that kind of female athleticism.
I’m a native speaker and sometimes I wish I could use an interpreter because fuck, man, sometimes I think I’m speaking a different language than some of the homo-habili I’ve interacted with.
Gatlin doped, as did Armstrong. Both lost their medals. It’s an open secret in Spain that Alberto Contador doped, as well as several other cyclists of varying nationality. And there have been numerous sprinters from other nations that have doped.