When I go home - I tend to eat a lot. I can't help it - I love food and that's what I think of when I think of home. That said - my friends always let me basically dictate where we eat all weekend - which I love.
Then it came...the heaven's parted, the angels were singing - there it was - my big ass tenderloin! I love how the cheese and bun are dwarfed by its power. It was all I remembered it to be and all I hoped it would be. Oh how delicious you were my porky friend!
Why Should You Go? Um - look at that - it's probably worth the seven-hour drive right now!