On Saturday my parents and I went to the races. We sat on the restaurant-y side of the complex and my father and I had lunch in addition to the so-so (actually, they weren't very good) bloody Mary's and bottles of Budweiser. I ordered the roast pork sandwich with provolone and broccoli raab. It was very disappointing. I mean, I know not to expect much from a racetrack's kitchen, but meh (totally acceptable word), I did not finish it.
I won once but it did not counterbalance the many losses of the day. But it was fun nonetheless.
On Saturday my parents and I went to the races. We sat on the restaurant-y side of the complex and my father and I had lunch in addition to the so-so (actually, they weren't very good) bloody Mary's and bottles of Budweiser. I ordered the roast pork sandwich with provolone and broccoli raab. It was very disappointing. I mean, I know not to expect much from a racetrack's kitchen, but meh (totally acceptable word), I did not finish it.
I won once but it did not counterbalance the many losses of the day. But it was fun nonetheless.
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