So, I’m having a nice peaceful lunch at the ever classy Logan’s Roadhouse the other day. You know, all the peanuts you can eat plus FREE ROLLS!! Needless to say, this is my kind of place. So I’m settling into my second handful of peanuts and awaiting the aforementioned free rolls, and then I noticed something. Something quite disturbing. Have a look for yourself.
He must be stopped!
Well, as much as I’d like to say BCG was at my restaurant (I manage the Logan’s Roadhouse at the Fayette Mall), I just can’t do it. I’m sure that a low priced steak and Roadhouse Tea are just what Billy G. is looking for, but this BG happens to represent the infamous Bradley Guyn. The one and only BG that was disciplined for carving his initials into my table (he’s a server of mine at the Roadhouse). So, don’t discount that BCG would love a big Porterhouse and some homemade yeast rolls, but he would never come to my restaurant. . .for we only serve Mr. Pibb, and we all know that THE BCG only drinks Dr. Pepper.
Dr. Pepper is just his breakfast fuel, along with the peanut butter and cheese cracker packages.
In more important news, all hail the glorious return of Not Rob Bromley!