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.

Raisin bread with an attitude.

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.

No one likes a dessert miser!

Maybe Goya was also a strudel fan.

I gobble-gobbled it up.

Half the protein, and twice the carbs?

Staler than a bad dad joke.

I have a crust-crush.

Don’t be mad.