Choices, choices, choices… choices

Started the day with breakfast at Perkin’s. We each were handed a stack of menus 3″ thick. After 15 minutes of reading, we ordered eggs. Zachariah was our host and cashier. With a name like that, you know you’re in for a good meal…or a plague.

Saw a bunch of Kevin’s friends at church after that. Then on to Texas Roadhouse for lunch (in Texas we just call it Roadhouse). I don’t understand why Tennessee wants to have every kind of food but their own. Maybe nobody would eat at Tennessee Roadhouse.



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