It’s Saturday night I’m killing time since my original plans had changed. Dinner sounds like a good idea.
I decide on a local diner so I can indulge in a turkey burger (no bun) I’m feeling fat! Did I mention I had two not one but two slices of pizza for lunch today? Need I say more?
First up homemade chicken and rice soup it’s delicious this diner is known for the soups it shows.
Next my burger that I’m ready to destroy.
Now that plate doesn’t look appetizing but I assure it’s perfect and since I’m not eating the bun I don’t feel guilty!