The heavy triangle-cut spice-floured JoJo French fries at Safeway are pretty good, especially dipped in ranch dressing. They used to give you two or three little cylinders of ranch for free, but you have to pay extra now for that, and it’s not normal ranch; it’s sour on purpose. I mean, it’s okay, but why? Also they used to have a good, cheap salad bar there, and perfect fried chicken pieces, hot and fresh, thick crisp skin. They still have the chicken, and it’s still way better than KFC. But you could eat at tables right there in the store and read somebody’s leftover daily San Francisco Chronicle, which weighed like two pounds, or get your own for a quarter. Your lunch hour from the publishing house around the corner was a whole hour. And you never gave a thought about not having medical or or dental insurance because you and your wife were still in your thirties and you were as healthy as a horse, and your eyes worked like the Six Million Dollar Man’s eyes. Sigh.
True.
When we were in Denmark, we ate at a restaurant that served us potatoes in three or four delicious ways.
The heavy triangle-cut spice-floured JoJo French fries at Safeway are pretty good, especially dipped in ranch dressing. They used to give you two or three little cylinders of ranch for free, but you have to pay extra now for that, and it’s not normal ranch; it’s sour on purpose. I mean, it’s okay, but why? Also they used to have a good, cheap salad bar there, and perfect fried chicken pieces, hot and fresh, thick crisp skin. They still have the chicken, and it’s still way better than KFC. But you could eat at tables right there in the store and read somebody’s leftover daily San Francisco Chronicle, which weighed like two pounds, or get your own for a quarter. Your lunch hour from the publishing house around the corner was a whole hour. And you never gave a thought about not having medical or or dental insurance because you and your wife were still in your thirties and you were as healthy as a horse, and your eyes worked like the Six Million Dollar Man’s eyes. Sigh.