Arby's
Note to self: Never eat at Arby's again. Even if it means starving to death.
It could have just been the Arby's at Atlanta airport's terminal E that I made the mistake of ordering from today during my 4 hour layover to the west coast, but I doubt it. I've eaten some pretty awful meals, especially when I was a consultant, and Arby's, which I haven't had since I had a stomach virus in my early teens RIGHT after eating at Arby's, was by far the worst of all time. Even now, about 13 hours after I ate it, I'm not sure what they gave me, or what month it was actually created in. I have probably reduced my overall life span by a couple of years because of today's lunch. Even the freakin Dr. Pepper was terrible.
But if you like Arby's, that's cool, it's all good. Yum yum eat it up.
Thought I'd share - Dave
PS. I'm back in Vegas and I don't have my usual dread of it. Couple of reasons for that - I'm staying at a mainstream hotel, Patti is coming to meet me, I am meeting up with my parents for the Dobrindt Sr. tour of Vegas - so in a much better mood this time despite being stuck in coach for my flight from ATL to LAS.