At the edge of town, in a truck stop off Exit 16, in a place that used to be called "Country Kettle," they opened an Indian restaurant.
Not fry-bread-Indian---I mean tandoori-chicken-Indian. Or, channa-masala-Indian. Or, naan-and-paratha-Indian. Any of the above; they serve them all.
The lunch buffet is served at the old truckstop diner, at their salad bar. It's tacky and the service is horrible, but the food is dee-lish. It's really all that was missing around here. We can't very well leave now, can we?
So, yeah, we bought a house. Come visit, ya'll!
Not fry-bread-Indian---I mean tandoori-chicken-Indian. Or, channa-masala-Indian. Or, naan-and-paratha-Indian. Any of the above; they serve them all.
The lunch buffet is served at the old truckstop diner, at their salad bar. It's tacky and the service is horrible, but the food is dee-lish. It's really all that was missing around here. We can't very well leave now, can we?
So, yeah, we bought a house. Come visit, ya'll!
2 comments:
If this was facebook, I'd be clicking "like" til the site crashed.
Oh no you di'int! I'm not ready for that stuff yet!
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