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A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench…
Babe’s Chicken
In my need for texture, I present Babe’s Chicken. Those who follow my blog know that I live in the Frisco, TX area, a city that is only 12 minutes old. Everything is new. Well, almost everything. Given that, the new stuff seems to look all the same after a while and I needed some texture. I needed something that was weathered and has stood the test of time. That is why I walked over to Babe’s Chicken. While the restaurant is not very old, the building is full of character. I didn’t go inside. I probably can’t afford it. So the outside will have to do.
I wonder if their food is any good?
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I’m sure they serve a lot of food we don’t eat. But we can check it out when our ship/boat/dingy/floaties come in… 🙂
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