Your girl can eat. (Insert every person I knew from my past who is now looking at my appearance nodding their head in resounding agreement. Yes, I’ve put some on. I AM AWARE.)
Now that we have that out of the way, we can talk about food again. I love food. And I especially love local joints that serve up comfort food and breakfast, complete with gravy and fried things. Whoever says the Midwest doesn’t have their own cuisine never put gravy and cheese on top of their home fries or hashbrowns. But I digress.
Come with me on this little food journey. I truly believe Guy Fieri has the best job on planet Earth, and I fully intend to channel him along my stops. I promise not to order only friend things and gravy – but this won’t be the last time you hear about it from me either.