I went to McAlister’s for lunch today.
McAlister’s is probably my favorite place to eat. I had not eaten there, nor even heard of it until I moved to the south. Now, I can’t imagine life with out it. I eat there at least once a week. We eat there so often, Brock is now sick of it, and wishes we could pick somewhere else when I meet him for lunch.
I always order a McAlister’s Club with no mayo, a fruit cup, and a diet Dr. Pepper. I can’t imagine a more perfect meal. On really cold days, I’ll order a deli meal with a soup cup and deli-roll sandwich.
Why am I writing all this about lunch, you might be wondering? Honestly, because I couldn’t think of anything else to write about. I’d rather leave out all the depressing and worrysome things that keep me up at night. Lets keep this on the up-and-up.
Or something. ><