I used to mentally roll my eyes anytime I saw someone Instagram their food. But during a trip last week to Williamsburg, VA to hang out with the Cool Grandparents, I fell hard into the habit.
I worked everyday while the family checked out the historical to-dos and goings-on around Williamsburg. The only tourism I engaged in was going out for a meal or two – and I Instagrammed. Even worse, instead of making it to a Yelp-approved local restaurant, we took a last-second turn into the parking lot of…don’t judge…Golden Corral. [-5 cool points] I guess you could say the Corral roped us in. (Har!)
Here are their fountains of chocolate and caramel.
Chick-fil-A was only 5 minutes from our place, and I succumbed quickly to its gravitational pull. Apparently, my followers also wish to Eat Mor Chikin as the pic got a whopping 12 Likes, a success for my underdog Instagram.
Chocolate frosting hot donut covered with bacon Duck Donuts stomach happy heart sad! (So decadent, proper grammar and sentence structure not required.)
A Foodstagramming habit is hard to break, evidenced by the fact that I continued even when back in Brooklyn. Here’s the other night’s blueberry-raspberry cobbler.
I’ve broken the foodstagramming chain for now, but all bets are off when I return to Florida this month. Pikture more chikin!