You know why I’m here! Let’s not be surprised. I’m here for a well-seasoned, juicy, medium prepared steak. Who goes to a steakhouse to NOT order things they’re know for? Those people are weird, losers, geeks, and/or morons! There are unspoken rules when dining at places that specialize in a specific dish or dishes. You
I wonder if I’ll see tumble weeds. Should I leave bread crumbs for people to come find me if I get lost? What the hell is in Raymond, New Hampshire and why the hell am I here? Those were the thoughts that were going through my mind as I drove from state to state during
First, that’s a long ass name for a restaurant. I thought I’d never stop typing the name of this place. Can you imagine asking someone on a date to this restaurant? “Hey, would you like to meet for dinner at Gaucho Parrilla Argentina?”. Hopefully, your date doesn’t think he or she needs a passport for
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