This afternoon my co-workers and I ate at Fat Matt’s Rib Shack – it was a celebratory birthday lunch for Bill. The atmosphere was striclty formica and sticky linoleum, but the ribs were finger-licking good (with apologies to Colonel Sanders).
This afternoon my co-workers and I ate at Fat Matt’s Rib Shack – it was a celebratory birthday lunch for Bill. The atmosphere was striclty formica and sticky linoleum, but the ribs were finger-licking good (with apologies to Colonel Sanders).