Now I know Jack

Since we've been in Greenville, Josh and I have made it a point to try a new restaurant almost every time we go out to eat. (If you're a faithful reader of his blog, you know this and are very familiar with his meals.) Thursday night, neither of us were in the mood to cook and we didn't have a lot of food in the house anyway. But we didn't want to spend a lot of money or time on a nice meal, so we went with fast food. Keeping with our new-restaurant committment, we went to Jack In The Box, as there are none in the Central Illinois area and neither of us had been to one. We prayed over our food that it wouldn't kill us (remember the JITB scandal from back in the day?) and took a bite. If people ever stopped eating at "the Box," it wasn't just because their burgers were murdering people. Yuckkkkkk! And we're not picky people (again, refer to Josh's blog-o-food). The staff was teenagery, there wasn't one clean table or chair, and there were boxes all over the place. However, the event was not a total loss, because they had these hillarious pictures on their walls. I know there's some light reflection issues, but you'll get the idea:

Jack, standing proudly in his high profile office against his mahogany bookcase backdrop.


Breakfast with Jack


Jack gone fishin'


Jack at home in his country estate