Roy Rogers Yeeeee
AMEN! BABY JESUS! When I think about Roys I get tears in my eyes. I aint kidding. It’s like a walk in my belly down memory lane. They used to be all over Bethesda. We had open lunch in high school and we would walk to the Roys. A holster of fries, a bun and the fixings bar, and I was set.
Soft-serve ice cream with strawberry sauce on cornbread–how the fuck can you go wrong? Sadly, there are not many left. Whenever I travel the hellhole called 95 North I stop at one of the only few left, and I thank baby Jesus. ROYS, COME BACK!
UGH, IT’S ON YOUR SHOULDER. PURPLE.