It brings to mind the childrens hymn we sang at first school:
"Cross over the road my friend, ask the Lord his help to lend..."Indeed. Your own jokes in the comments please...
We stopped here overnight to visit with Bob and Dora, Donna's aunt and uncle and we ate, ate, ate. It started at the infamous Colander. Here they just serve you spaghetti, meatballs, chicken and potatoes till you can't reach the table because your gut has pushed it further away during expansion. I have to admit though, it's great food!
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