Adam ordered a pork chop that was really good, but late, which caused us to sit longer in the smoke filled room listening to and watching God sing a severe thunderstorm to us. I am normally hyperly opposed to any hint of smoke, but in this part of the country, and certainly in this restaurant, it seemed fruitless to complain.Adam wanted to go back on Saturday for his own Hot Pig sandwich, but Matt and I were still rather lethargic and opted for smaller snack in Murray.
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