i'm a serious chowhounder guys, that's somethin' i want you to know 'bout me right off 'a bat, that's why i come to london. i come all a way from south carolina, and have been here put near 9 years. my means of income haven't 'nabled me to live in the city, but i live in a small town 'bout 45 minutes north.
i've been coming to the city every weekend put 'near nine years now and it's always hit or miss with ole' ace.
like any large town the diversity make up, i'd reckon, is enough to sufficiently entertain a 'hound in his lifelong search for somethin' worthwhile. but there comes a point where the realization hits hard that these transplanted foreigners simply don't have it. my breakin' point was this past weekend, where yet another abysmal venture into another hopeless generic imitation caused me to darn near pack my bags right then.
i'm movin' back home to dixie next year, where atleast i can count on a decent bowl of smelt chowder. don't people cook with love no more?