This is where Elvis ate. At some point in his life. Or so they say.
I do recommend the breakfast. The sweet potato pancakes are excellent and Amy can almost say that like a southerner. Poor Amy. She's not from the south. Bless her heart.
An endlessly whiney blog about everything I find wrong with the world, told from the perspective of the most important person in my world: me.
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