Today, i had a craving for Arbys. Its been about a year since i've had their fine gelatinous roast beef sandwich. So, I went. Compared to the Scary Arbys in downtown Cincinnati it was heaven. Clean, uncluttered floors, no one vomiting or hacking up a lung. In fact, I ate outside on nice tables and chairs. Do that at the Scary Arbys and you may end up dead. Its that scary.
One odd thing. They were all out of curly fries. Blasphemy. Arby’s gift to the world is Curly Fries. It would be like going to church and the priest telling you they are all out of God. Yes. Exactly like that.