If I’m going out for ramen, they better have dank broth and pork belly. Egg is a given. I’ll drive outta the way for a bone marrow straw.
As far as the solitude experience goes, maybe for my allergies.
Then there are plenty around here.
The only good cheesesteak I has was chopped into tiny molecules on the grill, until the fat was a buttery oil that bled through the roll. If you bit into it within the first 10 minutes, your taste buds would burn off.
Probably because you're the kind of person who browses Culinaly on your phone while out of the house. Small wonder.
Probably.
Despite what I said I'd still go with you. We could be on our phones together.
The point of eating out is to look other human beings in the eye.
that's definitely not the point of eating out you autist
It is for me. The meal is a catalyst for the social experience. Why else do people pay a 1000% mark up on beer they can drink at home?
I generally don't drink when I eat out.
I do. If I’ve spent more on the meal than drinks, then there’s something wrong with that place.
Not really.
When I feel like ramen. I always eat there at the bar because I ain't going to have 10 minute old ramen at home.
If I’m going out for ramen, they better have dank broth and pork belly. Egg is a given. I’ll drive outta the way for a bone marrow straw.
As far as the solitude experience goes, maybe for my allergies.
Baste yellow hand poster.
Go to a bbq feast,
I am bored. if you are withing 500 miles of philadelphia I will go with you.
Sorry anon. Not even within 500 miles of a decent Philly cheesesteak.
too bad. pro tip: the bread roll is the only ingredient that matters and a day old kroger/albertsons sub roll is pretty close
Then there are plenty around here.
The only good cheesesteak I has was chopped into tiny molecules on the grill, until the fat was a buttery oil that bled through the roll. If you bit into it within the first 10 minutes, your taste buds would burn off.
If you're willing to drive 500 miles to meet an anon. I'm convinced you're going to rape and/or kill him.
Just go alone. Take a notepad and write random shit down so it looks like you're there to write your gay ass food blog(your next Culinaly post)
>posting the shopped version