I always imagine a murderous pioneer woman going off the deep end after one too many cooking sessions with cornbread--I see the sign and instinctively duck. Weird. At least I know now that others get spooked, too!
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The food at Iron Skillet where we've eaten tasted like one would expect food at a family restaurant in Mordor to taste.
:D
Yours is better. I always think "The Man in the Iron Skillet."
I always imagine a murderous pioneer woman going off the deep end after one too many cooking sessions with cornbread--I see the sign and instinctively duck. Weird. At least I know now that others get spooked, too!
I'm not sure the meat even makes it to the skillets in Mordor. Remember what happens after this line in the movie?
"Meat's back on the menu boys!"
I needed this pick-me-up! :)
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