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| So So: Roasted corn, fries, coke, fried pickles, fried coke, drinks. We got there late, so many of the things that were open for lunch had closed, and despite me birddogging for her, L refused several BBQ sandwich opportunities. the fried pickles were exquisite, the fried coke, less so. If they'd managed to make a sort of fried coke cordial kind of thing, that would have been good. This coke-syrup-in-the-dough thing was sort of... cheating. The fried has to wrap around something. We then retired to the house and sat around bemoaning our lack of impulse control. | ||||||||
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