Once upon a time, I watched a Food Network show about people who travel seven hours for a St Louis pizza with extra provel (‘cheese’), and other stories of submitting to crazy food cravings.
I know it’s hardly pizza, or heroin, but I am fucking addicted…it’s good shit, man.
What’s the “good shit” for you?
How far would/do you travel for the good shit?
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