Do you ever see commercials for businesses that don't exist in your neck of the woods? For the longest time, we'd see commercials for Sonic but had never seen one before in our lives. A little search on their website told us that the closest one was about 7 hours away. Totally not fair. Wave your cherry slushes and chili-frito dogs in our faces but don't throw us a franchised bone? Meh to that. So waited. And one day, about 5 years ago, news arrived that a Sonic appeared about an hour away, out in the middle of nowhere. Well we had suffered long enough so we packed up one Saturday morning and took off on the open road, a little road trip if you will.
and we arrived.
We pulled into the drive-in spot and I had twinkles in my eyes as I perused the menu. It was all they promised it to be.
Cherry slushes and tots and burgs and dogs. Deep fried goodness.
We stuffed ourselves silly for we knew not when we'd have another chance to eat there. We assumed it was only a matter of time before a Sonic creeped closer to the Philadelphia area. I'm glad we didn't hold our breath because, in five years, it still hasn't shown up. But I also haven't seen any commercials lately. C'mon Sonic, Philadelphians love crap food, what with our cheesesteaks and soft pretzels. How bout you give us more of it? Kthx.
I chose to reminisce bout this particular Saturday of years past mostly because I'm joining Emily in giving up fried foods for Lent. I actually thought, oh this won't be too bad now that I cook almost every meal and never deep-fry anything. Then I remembered the hot, crispy fresh tortilla chips that our favorite Mexican joint shovels in my face when I sit down. It is physically impossible for me to say no. It's also impossible for me to not eat Mexican for any stretch of time. I'm in a bit of a quandry, doncha think?
Happy weekending guys! I'll be knee-deep in salsa if you need me.