Saturday took us to the far away state of New Hampshire in search of wood for Nate's airplane. When, what to our wondering eyes should appear, but the Texas Roadhouse and a full slab of ribs! We felt it a tribute to the PCA to stop in and indulge. We thought of poor Jason Tang stuck out on Oahu with only mahi-mahi restaurants to fill his ever-shrinking stomach. Nate shared many a memory with me of quality time spent with the boys over ribs and peanuts. He told me about the time he ordered two meals of ribs so he could take one home. This, of course, was justified because they had gone without dates; Nate was only spending money he would've wasted on a girl.
Members of the PCA...you are missed.
Note: The Roadhouse can make even the whiniest kid smile.
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3 comments:
Don't be jealous of my mahi mahi... you know you want some. We miss you guys!
oh my gosh! we just went to the Texas Roadhouse here in Sandy a month ago to celebrate Tim's offer to the texas firm. It was awesome!
Texas Roadhouse in New England? There is just something wrong with that.
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