And now it's lunch at the Big Chicken (or as Tam likes to point out, le poulet grand if you're in snooty East Cobb).
And there are no melting snowbanks in sight. Life is good.
UPDATE 12 March 2011 13:51: For those of you who don't know the area, this is the Big Chicken:
4 comments:
Sounds like a great day, Borepatch! More fun than mine to be sure.
Ah yes! The Big Chicken, cultural mecca of North Georgia. I remember when they rebuilt it after tornado damage. It's a great cultural icon for the area, though in truth its just another KFC. When I lived in that area, all directions were given in relation to the Big Chicken. "Its two miles past the Big Chicken" or "Go up to the Big Chicken and take a left."
There are no melting snowbanks here either; they're all frozen solid!
Jim
Readers not fortunate enough to be Southern by birth or choice may not know my favorite thing about the Big Chicken: the beak opens and closes and the eyeballs go round and round. Now if they only served Coke instead of Pepsi...
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