the unholy trinity of suburban late-night salvation barring seemingly endless options of worship bean burrito breadsticks and mashed potatoes or a soft taco pan pizza and a buttered biscuit an unimaginable combination of food flavors for people not ready to go home to their parents and yet none of the options feel quite right so maybe I should call it Self-Portrait as idling in a drive-thru with your friends crammed across the sunken bench seats avoiding the glow of the check engine light...
