So we went to Johnny Rockets the other night before our IKEA stop to pick up some extra fun things for Ky's room. I was going to be content with my burger and fries for dinner . . . until I saw that they made it the old fashioned way - with the extra metal cup of chocolate malt. After a few sighs, Jason so graciously ordered one for us to share. (It must have been the very pathetic way I said, "Oh, that's ok. I guess we really don't need a malt. *insert pouty lip here*)
It reminds me of the times my cousin and I would ride our bikes for miles into Herscher to a small diner to share a malt. It was so cool. We figured we were entitled to the malt, because we had biked so far - into the wind, of course.
Anyway, thanks for ordering it, Jason. It was delicious!
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