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A craving for something across the Atlantic.
I desperately need the fries, with the salt and the cheese and the little stupid plastic forks and one of those British energy drinks - that was my dinner in Oxford basically every night around 9:30. From the guy who ran that stand in the trailer/diner all in one.
Also, apparently there were vicious turf wars about where the stands could be - which makes sense. There was one definite one on the end of St. Peter's street and then once further down across the street where you can take the street to Pembroke. And there other scattered ones. Vicious turf wars. With salt, fries and cheese. I was loyal to my guy, though.
What I would DO for that right now. I AM WRITHING IN PAIN FOR THESE FRIES!!!!
I desperately need the fries, with the salt and the cheese and the little stupid plastic forks and one of those British energy drinks - that was my dinner in Oxford basically every night around 9:30. From the guy who ran that stand in the trailer/diner all in one.
Also, apparently there were vicious turf wars about where the stands could be - which makes sense. There was one definite one on the end of St. Peter's street and then once further down across the street where you can take the street to Pembroke. And there other scattered ones. Vicious turf wars. With salt, fries and cheese. I was loyal to my guy, though.
What I would DO for that right now. I AM WRITHING IN PAIN FOR THESE FRIES!!!!