|Three ice boxes, a burner, a couple of bags and a box filled with eating/cooking related items.|
|My best friend on road trips, the burner.|
As I made my way through my second plate and coming to terms with being alive again, I was wishing I had gone with the other dinner options. Of course, I would have probably died by the time we had gone to any of the other places. And by this time, I was feeling like we overpaid for what we didn’t even like that much. I left with a, “I am SO FULL. I tried to eat my money’s worth. I would have probably had to eat way more to eat all its worth” type of feeling rather than a, “That was amazing. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for weeks,” feeling I would have probably gotten somewhere else (had I had a little more patience, but who are we kidding? Patience and hunger don’t mix in my book).
A pitcher of Sangria
And this was what I had picked up during the beginning of our trip, passing through Baker on our way to Utah. Out of all three, I think I liked this one the best. I love Sriracha in almost anything.