
I thought I'd share Biggy's dessert plate from Saturday night at Grove Park Inn's Blue Ridge Grill. He opted for the buffet and tried real hard to get his 32 dollars' worth. I had the stuffed trout off the menu.
I don't do troughs.
But I was just a stone-- more easily ground into sand, fired into glass. I couldn't fix this.
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I figured after 30 miles of riding and 2000ft of climbing, I could afford the calories.
and i thought i raised you better.
is that a mound of cat intestines on the plate?
no, that would be fruit cobbler, and it was deeeeeeeeeeeeelicious.
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