
I mean, I keep telling myself I can quit whenever I want, but I keep going back and time after time those guys melt my brain. I don’t think I can quit.
Last night, I was eating one of guest chef Ryan Farr’s homemade hot dogs, and Johnny Cash’s “When the Man Comes Around” came on behind me. It was the perfect aural-oral mashup. If you’re gonna die happy, die happy with “When the Man Comes Around” in your ears and Ryan Farr’s hot dog in your mouth.
But then, the BBBLT came out. I’m pretty sure there was something good on the stereo at that point too, but hell if I remember what it was, for the BBBLT consumed all of my sensory perceptions even as I consumed it.
Somehow I made it home safe.
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Bunrab’s. (Thanks for the photo.)





