Ol’ Granny Annie’s

20140109-114318.jpgIn my home town, there is a diner called Granny Annie’s. Like Kyle’s favorite diner, I spent a good amount of time visiting here during my teenage years. On the days that we would have late start in school, the diner would be filled with breakfast goers. Of course, there isn’t much to eat that hasn’t been soaked in butter or oil, but it is just delicious. On the day before I flew back to Minnesota, Andrew, Marissa, and I went to get our fix. We all ordered something totally bad for us, and then shared our meals. Now, isn’t that sibling love?

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