Main St Bistro Scalloped Potatoes Review
Choose joy. The kind that comes from po-ta-toes.
Choose joy. The kind that comes from po-ta-toes.
A potent puffled pickle punch.
Festive scrumptiousness.
I am shook, as the kids say.
My brain cells forgot how to function.
A serving is a snack. I said what I said.
I like big buns, and I cannot lie.
Comes with “the pope.”
These babies are going to Harvard.
Well, I didn’t get a pony.
Delicate taste with a coarser texture
Vivacious. And mostly wholesome.
Maybe Goya was also a strudel fan.
I gobble-gobbled it up.
Staler than a bad dad joke.
I have a crust-crush.
Don’t be mad.
Don’t be afraid of the strange olives.
Unpredictable and inconsistent, like life itself.
Either you like coconut in your chocolate, or you’re wrong.