Wednesday, November 23, 2011

"we think she's.. becoming a rooster... we're getting a second opinion"

 Found this stand the night we got to Atlanta.  It was the only place that was both open after 11pm and new for Andrew... which was odd to me.
Messy goodness.
I just went with the simplest (and cheapest) slinger: The Naked Slinger
with diced onions, five pepper mustard, and fresh jalapenos (which nearly burned off my mouth for the first time).
Loved their signature sauce.
And the idea of a chicken sausage.
And the chicken sausage itself.
Andrew got black bean chicken chili.  Can't say I remember the taste of it because I was still preoccupied with the many slices of jalapenos I cleverly ate up.

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