Arby’s

Ladies and gentlemen… we’re back.
February 6^th, 2016. A day involving the birth of my brother, and an opportunity for change. The clouds in the sky symbolized a storm, but the sun which peaked through disagreed. A t approximately 2:00 pm EST, my speed demon of a Honda Accord raced at a comfortable 70 miles per hour. The wind blasted against the dirt infested paint. The risk of getting pulled over lingered all around. All of that however, is irrelevant. Life itself, was irrelevant at this point. Our adrenaline spoke fear, but our empty bellies screamed Arby’s. Saliva squirmed all around our mouths. We could not bare this torture any longer. At one moment, I was convinced my life would be taken away from me, until those fabulous 5 letters, and the always beautiful apostrophe bulged on the infamous cowboy hat caught our eyes. We were home free.
Due to a lack of direction, followed by a little bit of human error, we parked our hot rod in a near by TD’s bank parking lot. That could not stop our quest. Arby’s was too powerful to stop it. Our quest continued. We began our treacherous hike, consisting of a 500 foot walk towards the most beautiful building I have ever seen in my life. We slowly opened the door, sweat escaping from what is left of my receding hairline. I glanced at my partner in crime, trying to hide my panicked look. He gave me the acceptance nod. With each others strength, we walked through the gateway to heaven.
«What can I do for you?» I faintly heard. A rush of blood immediately rushed towards my reproduction stick. I have never been so sexually aroused in my entire life. A response by me was nonexistent however. I was deeply lost in my own concentration. My ears worked perfectly fine, but my mind was imprisioned by the blown up picture of the crispy chicken sandwich. This was it. This was the one. Ordering this sandwich had the equivalency of saying «I do» on the holy day of matrimony. Kissing the bride was delayed for roughly five minutes, until our food was delivered to us by our savior «Chris.» A crispy chicken sandwich, large fries, and a large Pepsi. My god I felt like a king. A king with 3 wives. My partner in crime had the privilege of being of acquaintance with the always lovely chicken tenders. We dove in, taming the beast which resided as hunger. That was it. At this moment, our quest was complete. Achievement unlocked; conquer Arby’s. We confidently walked back to our ride. Left behind, was our Arby’s virginity.
Thank you Arby’s. May your business thrive for the rest of humanities existence.

Not much to say, it’s an Arby’s! I did prefer the fake roast beef they used years ago to the fake beef they now use. This store is pretty organized, at least as far as the drive thru goes. They seem to get the order right and always give you plenty of condiments if you ask!