I honestly never thought I’d find myself day-dreaming over the exquisite taste and texture of L’escagot (snails) but here I am – in my post dinner glow – wishing I could have another plate. 547 more words
Last night, my posse and I descended on downtown Roanoke like a horde of hungry locusts, ready to strip the burger landscape bare.
It was a bustling night in our little city, and we’d arrived for Movies in the Market — like a drive-in downtown, with a giant screen set up near the Center in the Square building, and a fidgety, giggly, popcorn-munching crowd splayed out on picnic blankets and lawn chairs under the stars. 417 more words