I found the beef

So we crossed into S.D. (That's local speak for South Dakota. OK, not really, but that's how I'm going to type it from now on.)

So we crossed into S.D., and we saw a sign that said, "Enjoy some South Dakota beef during your visit."

Does McDonald's count? Seriously, we stopped in Mitchell, S.D., and went to none other than the World's only Corn Palace. (No, seriously, you can't make this shit up. Jen will have a post about it soon.) On the way out, we stopped at the McDonald's for a quick bite on the run. You know how it is on the road and you want to eat right but jesuz fuck that's the only thing are those demon arches every fucking place. So fine. We get the #3 meal medium (no not super size, shut your pie hole.) My god that fucking burger was good. Maybe it was fresh. Maybe it was just those S.D. cattle make a good fuck off burger. Maybe I was just really fucking hungry, hot, and tired on the road.

Maybe.