Whilst reliance on the Spice Kit allowed the ’Nuts to dine frugally from the consoles of Graudonner II, oftentimes circumstances would dictate a sampling of regional fare.
• Norfolk’s King’s Head specialty: Grape leaves. Dr Carter’s diagnosis: “Dog turds covered in snot.”
• Moroccan Delights in DC: Bobby Mac is not impressed with their “Tejas Toast.”

• Hole-in-the-wall joint in NYC’s Alphabet City: An authentic Polish breakfast for under eight bucks.
• The ‘Lex’: ’Cue capital of all creation. Coarse chopped brown and red slaw FTW.
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