MoBowl

It was cold out, the wind was coming off the bay and it was a damp wind, the kind that goes all the way down to your bones and make you think of having pot roast or a hearty stew for lunch....But no....she wants a salad....a salad, I said! A damn salad! Take this exit, she pouts out...we'll go to MoBowl and get a salad, they're the best in the area! You'll like it she said. So when it's cold out, and you have your heart set on pot roast, and she says...it's salad! It's gotta be MoBowl. 5 stars ☆☆☆☆☆