After three and a half hours of artful food, copious drink and meticulous hospitality, my friends and I were offered a tour of the Per Se kitchen. Considering our state, we damn near peed ourselves at the invitation. Here’s why:
Works like a charm every year. If you can’t do them all pick a few to stick to, you won't believe the results. We can do it!
App My Fitness Pal.
Carb load (a.m.)
Here I go defending another chain restaurant. But who can truly deny the value of a Dairy Queen Blizzard? It embodies everything we as Americans hold dear: abundace, choice and oreo cookies. Spain has Iberico ham and we have the DQ.
My Dairy Queen is the best because: located on the town line of Brockton and Avon Massachusetts, it stands as a beacon of racial, socioeconomic, and cultural togetherness. Brazil has feijoada and we have the DQ.
This Dairy Queen is not your soulless food court variety. Local rumor suggests the owner signed on with the franchise so early in the game, that he's no longer required to purchase product from "the head office." I don't know where he gets his primo goods, but watching this guy expertly pour red dip brings on the sweet taste of nostalgia and I don't even like red dip. Portugal has port and we have the DQ.
For me, a visit home to South Shore Massachusetts is not complete without a trip to the DQ where sprinkles are called jimmies, shakes are called frappes and there isn't any food because ice cream is what they do best.