The Ribwich

Remember when Homer Simpson got addicted to the Ribwich from Krusty Burger? Well, same.
In my time in Florida, all I wanted at all point in the day was Ribwiches. I only had them twice, and both times it was dope.

It was sweet and saucy. It was amazing, I could feel my arteries clogging with every bite and I just wanted more. It came with curly fries which are the best-shaped fries, still not a fan of chips though. Beautiful and messy is the only way to describe it.

I’m not a fan of bbq sauce normally, but the sauce wasn’t too much. I don’t know how to describe, to be honest,  it was just delicious and not overpowering.

On one of our visits, I strayed and made the worst decision and went to Cleetus’ Chicken Shack. I order the chicken and waffle sandwich, which was ok. It was pretty bland and the mayonnaise was mixed with maple syrup it was all sorts of wrong.

I loved eating at the food court in Springfield, cartoons played on all the screens, it was clean and chill. I could get a Flaming Moe in Moes Bar. I’m just so sad that I can’t go back anytime soon.