Galloping Hills Inn.

Last week, I convinced Erica to come with me on my first-ever vintage appointment. It was quite an experience to say the least, and I'll have photos and more to say about it tomorrow. After the appointment, E and I were so tired and hungry (and both of us had to go to work in the afternoon). We were stopped at a red light and I saw this place. At first, I thought it was called "Galloping Hot Dogs," but E, who apparently has eaten there frequently with her school friends, informed me that I was wrong. We got some dogs, burgers, and cheese fries and drove home happy.