this merits conversation

even though when i was in high school my parents found pot in my bedroom and took me to the sonic drive-in WHILE it was open (i'm fairly certian we had raspberry-lime rickeys) and lectured me about the dangers of drugs, somehow i've managed to develop a love and appreciation for the establishment that transcends blatant parental incompetence and developmental trauma. i think "the sonic" is one of those places, much like chik fil'a (seriously, that's how it's spelled?), where absence TRULY makes the heart grow fonder. the more i can't have it, the more i love it. let's go ahead and throw arby's in there as well (don't worry arby's...you'll get your post someday). so here's how it went down at sonic:
the sign. it beckons. i did not try their new strawberry cheesecake bites, however. cheesecake is one of the few foods i kind of hate. (others: raisins and...i don't know what else.)

mary orders so authoritatively!

the obligatory corn dog. you ALWAYS order a corn dog at sonic.

i went out on a limb and ordered something new (to me) on the menu. i think it was called the "chili frito wrap". true to its name, it was filled with: 1) chili, and 2) fritos.

frito-licious!

a trip to sonic isn't complete without tots!