Post by colormist on Sept 24, 2007 12:12:51 GMT -5
I seriously believe that Bob Evans puts sugar in everything in their building. I think they even put it in the salt. It's just wrong.
My parents took me out to breakfast.
Okay, FIRST, I'm getting ready to move back to Ohio, so I've been house hunting. What is wrong with these people? Do they seriously think someone will buy their house when it has garbage throughout the house and yard, poison ivy surrounding the house, and the cabinets and doors are falling off the walls? I think I got fleas from just walking INTO the house. Nobody's going to pay 90k for that house. Nobody. Especially when it looks like it's going to fall face first into the highway it's leaning over.
Back to my point, my parents took me out to eat breakfast at Bob Evans before I left to return to Michigan. At the sound of Bob Evans, I make a "YEESH" noise, but there's no talking to my father because I'm a girl and I do not speak sense. That's another story involving him forcing me to eat baked beans when I was a kid.
So I quickly look through the menu and try to pick out something very bland and sugarless. Eggs, steak, potatoes, and I switch the biscuits to rye toast. The fried potatoes were sweet, the steak was actually a pot roast soaked & seasoned in something I'd rather not eat. By the time I got to the toast and eggs (eggs make me nauseated just looking at them) I was horribly wary. I think the toast was okay, but I didn't eat more than one of my eggs before I knew I was sick-sick-sick.
Anybody have any luck at Bob Evans? I usually have better luck at Coney Islands or Frisch's Big Boy.
My parents took me out to breakfast.
Okay, FIRST, I'm getting ready to move back to Ohio, so I've been house hunting. What is wrong with these people? Do they seriously think someone will buy their house when it has garbage throughout the house and yard, poison ivy surrounding the house, and the cabinets and doors are falling off the walls? I think I got fleas from just walking INTO the house. Nobody's going to pay 90k for that house. Nobody. Especially when it looks like it's going to fall face first into the highway it's leaning over.
Back to my point, my parents took me out to eat breakfast at Bob Evans before I left to return to Michigan. At the sound of Bob Evans, I make a "YEESH" noise, but there's no talking to my father because I'm a girl and I do not speak sense. That's another story involving him forcing me to eat baked beans when I was a kid.
So I quickly look through the menu and try to pick out something very bland and sugarless. Eggs, steak, potatoes, and I switch the biscuits to rye toast. The fried potatoes were sweet, the steak was actually a pot roast soaked & seasoned in something I'd rather not eat. By the time I got to the toast and eggs (eggs make me nauseated just looking at them) I was horribly wary. I think the toast was okay, but I didn't eat more than one of my eggs before I knew I was sick-sick-sick.
Anybody have any luck at Bob Evans? I usually have better luck at Coney Islands or Frisch's Big Boy.