



After a binge, drunk people in Dixie eat Krystal burgers.
Scanning the Tennessean newspaper's top photos of 2009, including the one below of a woman noshing a Krystal, I remember that I love the food, if not the politics, of my home region.
Krystals are quite disgusting in theory. The restaurants are open 24 hours a day, so the after-bar clientele tends to be, well, after-bar-like.
Krystal's chili will really move you, if you know what I'm talking about.
The joy of a hot Krystal. I take mine sans mustard (sacrilege, I know). Oh, and I'll have a corn pup. And a chili-cheese pup. And fries.
Gah. I think my carotid just clogged.

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