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FATBURGER... almost instinctively, Dad took the charge |
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First clue something drastic was amiss: Mr. Pibb served instead of Dr Pepper. Note Root Beer as secondary choice. |
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After placing the order, the only thing left to do is... |
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wait... |
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wait... |
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wait... |
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...until finally the overstuffed burgers arrived. |
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with some nice fries and rings to accompany them. |
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bite size? |
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"Now that's a tasty burger" |
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Sister bites in. |
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Mother contemplates meat poisoning. |
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Meat poisoned. |
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Food never seems to last long. |
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The man who once ate a double king (1 lb. of beef), with fries even. |
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The man holds his head in disbelief upon hearing my preference for IN N OUT over Fatburger. |
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