Maybe we should move to Gotha. There is only one reason to move there. But still, who needs more than one good reason? YELLOW DOG EATS! When my brother saw the sandwiches come to our table he said, "That's gross." But then he ate every last bit of it. We tried three different sandwiches: Mr. Smokey, Blue Suede Shoes, and the Rufus. My aunt said, "It looks all weird and sloppy on the outside but when you bite into it the flavor dances on your tongue." I think they were saving money by putting a string pulling a bell on the door instead of having an automatic door ringer. It certainly made for a non-industrial, even homey atmosphere. We got the Spanish yellow rice and black beans to go, and a half rack of ribs with 'gold' sauce. Mom ate it all, and said, "You make me fat."So how do you think it tasted?
