|Not just the way you like it
||[Jan. 28th, 2008|10:55 pm]
Orange. Well, we rode to Orange, because Husband's father did the driving. It's a very long drive. There isn't a whole lot to look at between here and Orange. There's a few trees this side of Winnie but after that it's pretty much flat and a little soggy. Although I suppose refineries are a sort of scenery, right?On Saturday, we drove to |
We did see one remarkable thing. I know it was remarkable because we all remarked on it. We passed a restaurant that reminded me a lot of Frank's (Good Eats!). We missed the name of the place, though, because the slogan caught our attention.
It said, Better than you like it.
Seriously. What does that even mean? As a slogan, does it really work? I could imagine a conversation between Husband and I.
Me: Hey, you want to go eat at that place?
Husband: Nah...it's better than I like it.
I don't know that I want to eat someplace that's too good for me.