Happy Hour, something I actually grew up knowing about. Every weekday from 4p-6p my dad always visits our local waterhole in Pateros, sit down with the good ole boys and have a nice cold one or two. Actually, I didn’t know it was called “Happy Hour,” I just thought from 4p-6p that it was “dads going to town time.”
Fried Chicken, mmm just two words that instantly make my mouth water. Crispy outside, juicy inside, seasoned to perfection, fried until golden brown, served with delectable sides like coleslaw, mac n cheese, corn bread, baked beans, whatever your heart desires, you know you already got the prize-winning Fried Chicken to devour, sides are just for filling the plate!
At a Washington steakhouse chain named Buzz Inn, a pregnant woman stated that she was kicked out all because of the fact that she was wearing a crop top.