The adventures, thoughts, and general scrawlings of a classical pianist

Fast food

When neither I nor my boyfriend have time to make dinner, we hit up the school pub for some hot, greasy fast food.
My ham-and-three-cheese sandwich and garlic fries. (The three cheeses: cheddar, brie, and provolone.)

His fish and curly fries.

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