Gas Station Gyros

I try like crazy to eat well. TRY being the keyword. With the amount of kids and the time that it takes some days,  it does not happen every meal.

I hate to admit this but I love Gyros. There I said it. And I hate to admit this second part even more, my favorite ones are served at a gas station on the backside of the lake. The owner previously owned the Gyros restaurant on State street – that WE ALL ate at in college after drinking for hours and then stuff happened and he now has this gas station/gyro stand. So, when you go in there one side is the register and the other is a huge lamb thingy which makes for a fresh hot DE-LISH Gyro.

There are seats in the place and in the summer you sit outside. Best part of that well as you feed you kids bad food they can watch the car wash. If you are questioning if these are the signs of good golden parenting, YES, YES they are.  Plus you get to watch all the people coming and going buying gas. Talk about atmosphere!

Well we went there the other night. We walk in and there is four state troopers eating their dinner. And the best part, near the end of meal time and about the same time my kids were getting naughty– They got a call!  They all jumped up and went to their cars and turned their lights and sirens on. I mentioned to my kids – that maybe kids at another restaurant where acting up so they had to go…careful they maybe back for us.  They were golden after that…especially seeing the guns, and gear up close.

Yes, this is where you can tell me lying to the kids, false stories will warp my kids. Sure, sure…but trust me my kids will have so many things to be in therapy for, so that this adventure, lie, tall tale,  will just be a blimp on that radar.

About snotarant

i am a janitor, maid, haus frau, mother to a five pack, a listener, a hugger, a sigher, a happier, a wine lover, a foodie, a hunter, a gatherer, a cook, a wife, a mother, a triplet mom, pedicure lover, a hugger, a crier, and sometimes just me... AND beware. I write like I talk...a little - well un-correct.
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