Lincoln, Nebraska (we need a travel forum)

[spike]

Every part of the world has its own version of meat surrounded by bread … may have cheese or sauce or veggies with it …. Pizza, calzone, burger, runza, taco, enchilada, bahn mi, BLT, piroshky, club sandwich….

It’s all the same.

Is this copy/pasted from an article, provincial Bammer?

Wtf are you talking about? No.

Bammer the stupid American is essentially a RM meme at this point.

*spends a couple days in france*

*knows everything now*

no it’s been a thing for awhile

[Jorge]

I know how to drive and will be given a car to use vroom vroom

[dad]

I know how to drive and will be given a car to use vroom vroom

[doug rr]

this ad was plastered all over the Nebraska football stadium today...

[wease]

I’ve never even heard of those. Looks like a Hot Pocket.

[Monkey_Driven]

I’ve never even heard of those. Looks like a Hot Pocket.

Take that back

[Bammer]

Meat inside bread same same

[wease]

I’ve never even heard of those. Looks like a Hot Pocket.

Take that back

Can’t do it

[bart]

it 100% looks like a hot pocket

[wease]

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Bierock

[McParadigm]

I lived in Omaha for 9 years and I only ever made it over to Lincoln once. The only place I was there to check out had shut down.

Not a lot of good options in Nebraska in the winter time. Theres a great, scenic state park in between Lincoln and Omaha for the summer, and some of the best pumpkin cannons on earth for the fall. Winter in the plains is just the worst thing ever.

There are no good restaurants and no fun activities. There’s no culture or joy. Just go to Don & Millie’s, bury yourself in trash food and $1.50 margaritas out of a kool aid dispenser, and wait to leave.

[Strat]

one of my favorite indian restaurants is in the middle of fucking nowhere nebraska at a truck stop. No joke

https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/nebrask ... aurant-ne/

Also, Lake mcconaughy is really beautiful.

otherwise, id kill myself living in Nebraska.

[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.

[dad]

yeah, what’s wrong with you guys….

[tommy]

Suck it, you goddamn hicks

[Strat]

You guys rely too much on a commercial concept of youthful urban culture to define value of place

oh my god shut up

[Jorge]

Hahaha

[dad]

I bet that truck stop Indian food is a delight.

[spike]

Maybe check out the Omaha Steaks factory.