I'm not much of a foodie. Frankly, my diet borders on monastic. I eat kibble in the morning. Later in the afternoon, I eat a little more kibble. And in the evening, I may eat a piece of kibble I dropped on the floor in the afternoon. On a rare occasion, I might have a lick of leftover butter-residue in the omelet pan. But recently, in a moment of recklessness, I had a roast "beef" sandwich from a place called Arby's that had some sort of "cheese" and a dubious condiment called horsey sauce (I don't want to know what that is). I've come up with a slogan I think would be appropriate for this restaurant:
"Arby's. The meal you'll regret."
I'm not much of a foodie. Frankly, my diet borders on monastic. I eat kibble in the morning. Later in the afternoon, I eat a little more kibble. And in the evening, I may eat a piece of kibble I dropped on the floor in the afternoon. On a rare occasion, I might have a lick of leftover butter-residue in the omelet pan. But recently, in a moment of recklessness, I had a roast "beef" sandwich from a place called Arby's that had some sort of "cheese" and a dubious condiment called horsey sauce (I don't want to know what that is). I've come up with a slogan I think would be appropriate for this restaurant:
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