I don't know how I did it, but I dropped $26 for two last weekend. Â I had something with Texas in the name, an order of scattered, smothered, and covered, and a B&G. Â We lied to the portly waitress about being Canadian and ended up waxing poetic about socialized health care to the linecooks. Â Still, a buck'll get you six on the juke, and as opposed to the Anderson store, you can actually hear your tunes. Â Unfortunately, they don't have "Special Lady at the Plasma Center," and thusly, lose a star.
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