Why I Am Eternally Thankful for Patty Melts
Thanksgiving or not, I’m thankful for patty melts. Sitting at Dairy-Ette with a root beer, glass glazed with frost, iPhone’s predictive autocorrect hopes to change “patty melt” to “party melt.” Sure — that’ll do just fine. Do whatever you want, iPhone. Either way I’m having a buttery, toasted party melt…