We found ourselves at Crossgates Mall on my birthday afternoon, killing time before the NFL conference championships. Stopped at Johnny Rockets for lunch and were treated to their famous ketchup art. Usually you get a minimum-wage worker who only does it half-heartedly, but our waitress was into it! We were particularly impressed by her dog. Greta tried her hand at it but came up with some strange vampire mouth. Then the French fries came and it was game over. And you thought snow art was ephemeral, Dad!
We then went home for the AFC championship and Carey and I dashed out to Buffalo Wild Wings for the NFC showdown. This is one of our better selfies.
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