New York Times Restaurant Review: Big Terry’s Truck
The atmosphere of Big Terry’s truck was rustic Americana at its finest, from the American Flag seat covers to the Springsteen on the radio.
The atmosphere of Big Terry’s truck was rustic Americana at its finest, from the American Flag seat covers to the Springsteen on the radio.
My life—the sophomore outing by parents William and Eloise Cunningham—begins confidently enough in suburban Nebraska.
What can we make of the persons exiting the Sorbonne with something heralded as a "kale chia smoothie?" It appears to be dredged from a fetid pond.
We weren’t even at the Genius Bar, and he mispronounced my common name, saying it over and over again, unaware that this meant I was being summoned.
Absolutely fantastic, although there were some pacing issues in the beginning. I laughed, cried and experienced everything in-between.
My men and I were subjected to the cruelest act of bullying the world has ever seen, simply because we were singing songs of the Fatherland.
There can be a hundred people in a hundred different rooms and none of them believe in you. Sometimes things just work out like that.
How did I make this unexpected transformation from amateur writer to entrepreneur-scholar-travel blogger-Harlem Globetrotter?
Sun Lamp for Seasonal Affective Disorder, One Star: I returned this lamp to Amazon. With luck it will sleep eternally in the depths of their warehouses.
In conclusion, communism doesn’t work in practice, please don’t hurt my family, keep it under 1,000 words.
Customers who dated Greg also purchased a 3-for-1 deal of Listerine and a year's supply of therapy.
My boyfriend made the reservation and the owner almost wouldn’t let us check in because my name is Janice.