We have a restaurant in a small town that's close, called Buffalo Jacks, that serves wild game. I've tried it. I just don't get it.
I'm a simple girl with a little kid's tastes. I went to lunch once with an ex-boyfriend and his friends, and his buddy said "You eat just like our kids!" I was having grilled cheese and fries.
Or, as Bobcat Goldthwait said (yes, oft-repeated by yours truly): tastes just like chicken? Then buy a fucking chicken! It's the cheapest fucking meat you can buy.
Do you like Pineapple Upside Down cake? It's been too long since I've had any. I don't like cherries on mine, so you have to be the cherry.
