Entries from March 2004 ↓

The first time I went to a Fuddrucker’s, I was 7. At that time, they had bottles of condiments on the individual tables, including one that was labeled “Mother Fuddrucker’s Mustard”. Well, someone had torn a couple letters off the label… I’m sure you can figure out which letters. I asked my parents what it meant, and they kept yelling at me for reading it. Of course, that just made me more curious, so I’d ask again, and they’d yell again!! It was a long car ride that afternoon…