We were having lunch at BJ’s and Azul being the seasoned restaurant patron, while ordering his drink, asked if their root beer was handmade. It was not, so he opted for his second choice, which was a Shirley Temple. When it arrived, he immediately went at it like it was a present on Christmas morning. He opened the lid, stopped, looked up and said, “No cherries, man, I totally got gypped. They do not treat you like gold here.” It might be awhile before we go back.
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