If I’m being real: I’ve had pasta and gelato in Italy and Brie in France and Paella in Spain and Streudel in Austria and Scones with clotted cream in London and Ramen at Momofuku and BBQ in Lexington and Bacon and cheese fries at Linda’s in Chapel Hill and other nice food stuffs at other refined food places.
Sometimes, and mostly all of the time, all I really want is a JIMMY DEAN. MICROWAVABLE BREAKFAST. SANDWICH.
THEN, NOW, AND FOREVER.