On my way to lovely Northeastern Indiana last weekend (really), I was lucky enough to fly through the Queen City. Technically, I flew through Northern Kentucky, which made me feel a bit dirty, but I digress.
With an hour to spare, you know I was looking for some chili. Even though all that was available was Gold Star (the redheaded bastard stepchild to Skyline), I dove in and devoured that cinnamon-flavored slightly watery goodness in no time.
I did not feel well on the flight. Some things are worth the pain.
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