BK Chips and Dilly Bars
We have been talking about food a lot lately. But who doesn’t? Brian (Sturgill) told us that he and Chris (Nester), both of whom are on tour with us, haven’t been eating meat for a while. This is cool. I think this is great. But Brian told me that occasionally he and Chris have to make “meat-ceptions” for certain restaurants that seem particularly delicious. This. This is funny.
Also – let it be known that Jared has a relative who owns a Dairy Queen franchise in the St. Louis area. What this means is that Jared is very familiar with the Dairy Queen menu, having been treated to free meals/snacks there for most of his life. So last night when we drove by a Dairy Queen and started talking about our favorite thing to get there, Jared said to us (LIKE IT’S NO BIG DEAL) “I’m more of a dilly bar man, myself.” I know that this is one of those you-had-to-be-there things, but it made my night/week/month.
Dave found Burger King potato chips at a truck stop. Their flavor? Flame-broiled. Yes, really. Additionally, Dave has a spider-sense for Burger Kings – he can always tell when one is around. It’s just because he loves Whoppers so much. Naturally, I wanted to call his sixth-sense for this “Whopdar” but then I realized how bad that sounds. I am the worst.
We watched True Lies a few nights ago. Remember that part where the head terrorist guy is riding on the F16 and Schwarzenegger puts the brakes on so he flies backwards and hits his nuts on the jet’s tail? Somebody should’ve won an Oscar for that.
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