Table for 6

After passing through Chicago, the city in which we got caught up in "the real world" also known as traffic, all 6 of our stomachs were ready for a little bit of dinner. Without much of a decision to make, we pulled over on the highway to a BP and the dreaded McDonald's. As we were all hesitant to walk into the greasy capital of the world and claim our table of 6, we took a deep breath and realized this is where we would fill our stomachs. As we walked in, we all starred blankly at the menu, as if something appetizing would suddenly appear. Everyone around us, some how already knew what they wanted to order before they even came through the door. 3 salads and 3 chicken snack wraps later, we were surprisingly satisfied and ready to get back on the road.