All Good Things Must Come to an End

I have spent ten Christmas drives from Michigan to Texas planning where to eat. Twenty-five hours is a long time to fantasize about food. Only getting to eat perfectly seasoned white meat at  Chick-Fil-A, creamy bean and cheese tacos at  Taco Cabana, or the most moist smoked brisket at  Rudy's once a year is torture. … Continue reading All Good Things Must Come to an End