And the ass peach. In fact, it was such a blur that I can't remember what I had at the Flying Biscuit save the biscuit that came on the side and the totally fucking amazing grits; after waiting for an hour to be seated, all I recall is an intense feeling of joy and contentment as my hunger and hangover were conquered by deliciousness.
Thanks, HT and LMT, for the first class hospitality!
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Belatedly, you're welcome! Y'all come back now, y'hear...
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