Ah the after after hours (at the DDP (desert dance palace) aka Hotbods - OK could someone come up with a worse club name? -- where was I, oh yes @ Jacque's) spent in Jack in the box drive thru ordering a chicken supreme, onion rings, taco (these were years before they felt compelled to add the adjective 'monster' (que rico)) all for 3 bucks and some change - well that hasn't changed in all these years - hurrying back to Best Hall before the food got cold or the roommate 'barfed' in the back seat of my Mustang. Ah the good times.
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3 comments:
Those are my favorite greasy food. They left Chicago..grab it whenever I see Jack when I'm out of town.
Ah the after after hours (at the DDP (desert dance palace) aka Hotbods - OK could someone come up with a worse club name? -- where was I, oh yes @ Jacque's) spent in Jack in the box drive thru ordering a chicken supreme, onion rings, taco (these were years before they felt compelled to add the adjective 'monster' (que rico)) all for 3 bucks and some change - well that hasn't changed in all these years - hurrying back to Best Hall before the food got cold or the roommate 'barfed' in the back seat of my Mustang. Ah the good times.
A chicken fajita with no onions - you must be from New York. I betcha hate picante sauce too. I mean salsa (America's # 1 condiment!). Que lastima!
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