Erik swore he would NEVER step foot inside The Cozy Inn. Never.
"Why not?"
"It stinks" he informed me.
"Balderdash."
Our first date at Cozy was St. Patrick's day, 2007. He'd lived in Salina for 8+ years and never eaten there. Never. Erik had even resisted his dad's repeated requests to go.
So .... when he took me there, I *knew* he was smitten and making compromises.
But he wouldn't go in. We would only order from the window.
I begged.
And pleaded.
Finally, he agreed.
I just LOVE the character of the place! check out the little salt and pepper shakers!
And the tiny hamburgers are TOO CUTE to resist!
Yummmmmmmie!
3 comments:
Remember ... I had to have a little coaxing before going into that stink joint ;-)
~E
*sigh*
Love, must our life be *such* an open book? I wasn't going to tell everyone you had to be bribed into the joint. I just wanted them to think you're an awesome Hubsby. ;-)
Just making sure there's no revisionist history here, darling ;-)
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