Lincoln, Nebraska (we need a travel forum)

[tommy]

Their crinkle cut fries are very good.

lol

Crinkle cuts can be awesome. Stand down.

i think the problem is most places that serve them don't get them crisp enough, and they easily fall apart.

fried potatoes should hold strong or gtfo.

Yessir.

[bart]

If “the crinkle cut French fries are real good” is one of the most notable things about a city, do not go to that city

[tommy]

If “the crinkle cut French fries are real good” is one of the most notable things about a city, do not go to that city

Jorge doesn't seem to have a choice, so he's going to have to make the most of it.

You'll be pretty close to Kansas City - you could check out this museum - https://maps.app.goo.gl/m9KJSgfTNih7acvK7

[dad]

If “the crinkle cut French fries are real good” is one of the most notable things about a city, do not go to that city

Jorge doesn't seem to have a choice, so he's going to have to make the most of it.

You'll be pretty close to Kansas City - you could check out this museum - https://maps.app.goo.gl/m9KJSgfTNih7acvK7

if you end up doing that, might as well get some KC bbq out of it.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Their crinkle cut fries are very good.

lol

bart I swear to god

[Monkey_Driven]

Guys, at least recommend a city that is less than 3 hours away. Omaha is a very nice medium sized city with plenty of things to do.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Guys, at least recommend a city that is less than 3 hours away. Omaha is a very nice medium sized city with plenty of things to do.

good steaks

[dad]

Guys, at least recommend a city that is less than 3 hours away. Omaha is a very nice medium sized city with plenty of things to do.

good steaks

get right to the heart of matters.

[bart]

good waylon jennings song

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Steak the Long Way

[E.H. Ruddock]

Lomo Light

[wease]

Steakerfall

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Brisketent

[wease]

Chuckin’ Up

[spike]

Dance of the Rarevoyants

[Monkey_Driven]

Dirty Shank

[spike]

Searview Mirror

[96583UP]

Steak of Love and Husk