Look what I found in Michigan!
An ugly, bald dude? No, look behind the bald dude. BM! Hellz yeah.
For those of you who don’t know me, I have an addiction… as sickness, really. You see, for some reason that cannot be identified (or explained), I love Boston Market! Comfort food just hits the spot, and BM serves it all up for me.
Rotisserie chicken? Can’t get enough.
Meatloaf? Munch munch.
Mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, stuffing, broccoli, mac-n-cheese? Drool.
Pot pie? Fuckin’ jackPOT!
So, yes, shortly after finding my hotel I typically punch “Boston Market” into my Garmin to find the nearest one. Don’t believe me?
(warning: the following pictures contain graphic baldness. Not suitable for all viewers)