I was sitting in a Walmart parking lot in rural Iowa many years ago waiting for my inlaws to finish shopping. An older couple, probably early 60s, starts unloading their groceries into the station wagon next to me. The woman grabs a bottle of ranch from one of the bags, takes a long swig, screws the lid back on, tosses it into the trunk, and continues unloading the cart.
It was the most American thing I’ve seen outside of a jail cell.
As a Californian this is why the fly over states disgust me. At least when I’m weird with food it at least has two primary ingredients, like the nacho dog which is basically just taking a hot dog and dipping it in nacho sauce.
I’ll never forget being in Charleston SC and eating two hot dogs, one with chili and coleslaw and the other with like fucking eight ounces of Mac and cheese.
They were also called like the Aretha Franklin and Frankie Muniz or some shit it was absolutely wonderful shout-out perfectly franks lol
I was sitting in a Walmart parking lot in rural Iowa many years ago waiting for my inlaws to finish shopping. An older couple, probably early 60s, starts unloading their groceries into the station wagon next to me. The woman grabs a bottle of ranch from one of the bags, takes a long swig, screws the lid back on, tosses it into the trunk, and continues unloading the cart.
It was the most American thing I’ve seen outside of a jail cell.
Ranch it up bro!
As a Californian this is why the fly over states disgust me. At least when I’m weird with food it at least has two primary ingredients, like the nacho dog which is basically just taking a hot dog and dipping it in nacho sauce.
I’ll never forget being in Charleston SC and eating two hot dogs, one with chili and coleslaw and the other with like fucking eight ounces of Mac and cheese.
They were also called like the Aretha Franklin and Frankie Muniz or some shit it was absolutely wonderful shout-out perfectly franks lol