Tonight, we were driving home a different way and past a place called Mr. G’s! At school, Bret goes by Mr. G, because it’s just easier for the kids to say.

While it took a little while to get our food, it was worth every single second. Bret got a triple patty burger and I got a cheese steak and cheese fries. I don’t think either of us have said “oh my gosh, this is so good” so many times. Bret said, “that’s what a burger is supposed to taste like!” and I would say that the cheese steak was the best I’ve had outside of Philly. Hands down.