July ipsy bag Review 

#tbh I wasn’t totally in love with ipsy bag this month at first. Or, at least not all of it. I kind of wish you could edit your bag like I can with Julep. It probably helps keep the cost low though, so I get it. I still don’t know what to do with the Cool Way sea salt spray with curly hair, is it really going to do anything for me? A cursory spray says nah- just makes my hair feel a little crunchy. I could def see how it would be great for someone with thinner hair. And as for the Tarte bronzer… can pale people use bronzer and not look goofy? I don’t honestly know, as I have never used it in my life, and have no idea how to properly use it. Can you use bronzer to contour?? I don’t know. I’m going to have to google it. Bronzer is a mystery to me. 
  The product I do adore is the Mongongo chapstick in vanilla coconut cream by Jersey Shore Sun. It smells wopnderful, feels nice on my lips, and is long lasting. The tube says it’s organic, non-gmo, and cruelty free. #bonus 

  The other product I like a lot is the bellapierre cosmetics lipstick in P.I.N.K. I don’t know if the letters stand for anything, or, if they are invoking Victoria’s Secret. I like the color, it seems to have a slight shimmer to it as well which is nice. I wouldn’t normally pick a color like this because it is very close to my lip color when on, just a few shades lighter/brighter. It seems a little redundant. The formula is nice and creamy though, and it’s long lasting. I put it on in the car before work and didn’t have to reapply til after lunch, even after eating breakfast and drinking. I did put some of the mongongo chapstick under it before intially applying and, a few hours after I put it on, I put some more chapstick on top so it wouldn’t dry up and get weird on mah lips. I think I might try it with a lip primer next time too. And maybe some sugar scrub on my lips in the morning, which is almost necessary for me to wear lipstick.

The item I am kind bummed out about is the Jelly Pong Pong 2-in-1 eyeliner and eyeshadow stick. It doesn’t look great as eyeliner on me and when I tried to smudge it out as eyeshadow it mostly just came off. It is a nice coppery color, though. I just don’t think I like how the copper looks with my eye color, which is weird because I’ve rocked my fair share of coppery shades of eyeshadow in the past. Truth be told, though, I really only wear black or teal eyeliner when and if I feel ambitious enough to put eyeliner on… which isn’t often. 

  Favorite Item: Mongongo chapstick in vanilla coconut creme. I admit I am a chapstick junkie, but I would defnitely buy this again. 

Over all I think ipsy is a great deal at only $10 a month. It exposes me to so many new brands and you get a cute little make up bag too! #treatyoself




Rachael’s Style 

I’ve spent a long time developing my personal style, and it has come to mean a great deal to me. As a fat (I do not believe fat is a four letter word, I simply am fat- I have a large amount of adipose tissue on my body, and I am a part of the fat positive/body positive community) woman, clothing can be a touchy subject. It’s hard to find clothes that fit properly, that you can try on, that are cute, and that you can afford. It’s actually damn near impossible. So it’s hard for me sometimes to ignore the surprise in people’s voices when they compliment me on what I am wearing. It’s a radical idea to some people that I don’t hate myself or my body. Some times I am still afraid of what people will think. I’m nervous to wear crop tops, or tight fitting dresses, and I’m usually worried people will judge me if I’m in a swim suit… espcially a fatkini. But you know what, it’s taken me years and years to get here and I am worthy of love, appreciation, space, happiness, and mere existence all while being a fat babe. Style is complex, it is a means of expression, and it is a way to make a statement. I’m here and I’m fat, and I’m going to wear the things I like!

When I was younger, my grandma took me clothes shopping and tried to help me find cute stuff in my size which was really difficult. I started wearing womens sizes in 4th grade, or 5th grade, and the only place I liked to shop was Fashion Bug (RIP, seriously, miss you so much). I remember the sequin embelished tops and the shiny rose empriodered jeans like it was yesterday, can’t forget the graphic tee that said “Whatever” and sweet platform tennis shoes. Ah, the 90’s.

Much to my delight, it seems 90’s fashion is weasling it’s way back into trendiness. Visit any H&M or Forever21 fast fashion type store and they’re chock full of 90’s-liscious gems. I actually saw a tattoo necklace in a store last week that WASN’T Claires. Anyways, I’m not really into trends. It costs too much money and it’s too mind boggling for me to keep up with trends, since they are always changing. My approach is wear what you like, who cares if it’s still on trend or not? If a trend dies and you still like it, rock it for as long as you want. That’s what personal style is all about.

I rocked platform tennis shoes and flared jeans with the best of them in elementary school, I was firmly a t-shirt and jeans girl for jr high and high school, you would rarely find me wearing a dress. I did sometimes wear skirts, really sweet ones at that. Think hot pink plaid with black lace trim, and a handkerchief hem skirt with a black netting overlay. So hxc. I also rocked a lot of white face powder, red eye shadow, and black eyeliner/nail polish/everything. I wasn’t a goth, not really, but I was certainly a part of the alternative/emo thing without really commiting to it, or being “scene.” Man, how dated that language is!

I would say I made a lot of strides towards where my personal style is today between senior year of high school and freshmen year of college. I started wearing more and more dresses, rocked glam make up with tons of bright colors and so.much.glitter. I also had two-foot long pink hair. I shopped at Torrid, Deb, Fashion Bug, and Hot Topic. My style started to morph at college, though, and I started wearing more colorful clothing while toning my make up way down and my hair back to it’s natural dark brown color. Unfortunately, I didn’t start consistently taking #ootd photos until last year, so I don’t have much of a photo trail of my style evolution.

     I do have a lot of photo-evidence of my ever changing hair though. I had pink, then brown, then mostly brown with some pink, then brown with some pink and some teal, back to all borwn, and then dyed natural red with a swatch of purple pink and blue in the front, back to a red-brown color, then berry, then berry and purple, then mermaid hair that was pink purple and blue, then back to all pink, then natural red again, a darker natural red, got tired of that so I went back to fuschia pink and wore a scarf over my hair because Walmart wouldn’t let me have fun hair and I worked there at the time, then back to brown, so then I had blue, and then I did a blue, purple and pinkish red ombre, then back to brown, red brown, maroon, burgandy, and now we’re back to a natural red. I’m getting the itch to have fun colored hair again, though, so I might be sneaking in some fuschia soon.

I think my signature look is a knee length a-line or circle skirt dress in a funky and colorful pattern, a cardigan, flats or flip flops that match, a headband, and purple eye make up (I like purple hues the most on my eyes because they make the green pop). I’ve said in the past my style goal is a cartoon character. My style icons and inspirations are Penelope Garcia on Criminal Minds, Beth Ditto, Kelly Osbourne, Rachelle from Nearsighted Owl, Georgiana from Cupcake’s Clothes, Adele, Rebel Wilson, Melissa McCarthy, Joan and Betty from Mad Men, and Christina Hendricks in real life.

These days, I typically shop at Target, Torrid, ModCloth, Kohls, DEB (RIP actual physical store locations), with a sprinkling from places including Walmart (cheap leggings ftw), Macy’s, Gabriel brothers (a discount chain in the midwest region), and various thrift stores. I just a new dress and a tunic from a rad place in Cleveland and online (redressnyc.com) called ReDress. Amazing. Body positive, plus size, wonderful. Plus, they gave me this cute little pin. It has taken me a long time to curate my wardrobe. You never know where you are going to find something great. I’ve gotten so many great dresses from thrift stores, and found kind of blah things that were transformed by accessories. I would have to say part of my style is resourcefulness.

     A remark I get a lot is that women wish they could pull off what I have on or how my hair is, and to that I say- you can! You can pretty much pull off anything you want, as long as you have the guts to try it. You might be surprised at what your inner style turns out to be. A few ways to get your journey started would be:

1. Try something on that you would normally NEVER wear. Maybe it’s a different cut- one that hugs your curves. Maybe you haven’t worn shorts in years, try a pair on.

2. Don’t let negative people tear you down. I’ve gotten more insult compliments than I know what to do with. My favorite adjective used in the past was “interesting.” People might not understand why you are wearing a crop top, but it doesn’t matter at all IF YOU FEEL GOOD.

3. Experiment with pops of color. You don’t have to be like me and wear every single yellow thing you own at one time. But if you what to look more festive colorful accessories go a long way.

4. Have fun! Clothes shopping can be hell. Don’t get discouraged. Try a different store or go buy a snack.

5. Wear clothes that are comfortable on your body. I’m not saying wear flattering clothes- eff flattering. But don’t wear a smaller size just because the label has a smaller size on it. Be comfortable. Nothing is worse than jeans cutting into your sides. Sizes are just numbers and they mean absolutely nothing.

6. Take #ootd pictures! They’re so fun and it shows you what clothes you wear all the time and the clothes you barley wear. Plus, it’s kind nice to be like “Damn I look good!”

7. Spend time in body positive spaces. Negative messaging is hard to overcome, it’s kind of nice to have some positive messages to counter act that. My body positive journey started on tumblr. It helped so much.

I hope this post might inspire someone to try something new with their style!



Fort Wayne Zoo/Weekend Road Trip

Last weekend was our spontaneous trip to Niagra Falls and this weekend was a much anticipated trip to Fort Wayne for the wedding of two friends.

My husband Jess used to travel for work frequently, and between September and March he spent four months in Fort Wayne. I went to visit almost every weekend, and we have made some amazing friends there. We were happy to have the reason to visit!

Jess and I hit the road Friday after work and rolled into the parking lot of our hotel around 9:30. We did a quick dip in the pool and hot tub before going to Granite City for dinner, a place I had grown to really like when visiting. After a quick visit to the groom and his groomsmen, we went back to the hotel and passed out.

The hotel bed was comfy. I know, that’s a rare thing, so we were very pleased by our blessing from the Travel Gods.

It was tempting to do nothing al day Saturday, but I had my mind set on checking out the Fort Wayne zoo since the wedding we were in town for didn’t start til 6:30.

It was a million degrees out and we got stuck in a rain storm, but it was a great time anyways.

The zoo had rides! Nothing crazy, but it had this Skylift, a log river ride, a train ride, and an endangered species carousel. We, of course, rode them all. Actually, we rode the Skylift three times.

The layout of the zoo was really nice and it had a bunch of my favorite animals, including otters and owls.

  White pelican
 Honey badger not giving a sh*t

Eagle owls

We got to feed giraffes!

This poor ostrich wasn’t digging the high temps, but it was very cool to get so close to her.

  I love otters and their cute faces. 
 There were free roaming peacocks all over the place.

My favorite part of the zoo was the sea lion show!

I’ve had two great weekends in a row 😀

Look at how cute we are!


The last few pictures are of us from the wedding. It was so fun. We were joking how grown up it felt to go out of town for a wedding, but it did. I feel like we are at an age where summers and falls are going to start filling up with weddings. I don’t mind at all, I love celebrating our friends and getting the chance to wear my wonderful dresses.

Fort Wayne is an unexpected place. I really grew to like it when Jess was there. It has a lot of neat things, their zoo included. But what I like the most about it is the pocket of awesome people we know there.


Leveled out: the story of how Zoloft helps me live 

I have mental illness and I take medication for it.

A few years ago, I was having a very tough time. Majorly entrenched in what I’ve always referred to as a “down,” I barely wanted to leave my apartment, I didn’t want to see friends or family, and it was a struggle to get out of bed and go to work. I was isolating myself because it was much easier to do that than to actually face the anxiety riddled Hell that was socializing. I knew I needed help. I called a therapist, we talked a little on the phone and set up an appointment. An appointment I skipped. I thought I could deal with it alone, like I had for years. In reality, I probably should have asked for help a lot sooner. The first time I remember going through a down was fifth grade. I knew it was something more than regular unhappiness, but I was eleven and I didn’t know the word for it yet.


Depression haunted me for the next few years from that point on, and I stuggled with the enormity of it alone, or with a few selected friends. I hated myself, deeply and thouroughly. Fundamental Christianity added another layer- I hated myself and thought I would never be redeemed for my sins. I would never be good enough for a spiteful and vengeful God. In sixth grade, I made two attempts at suicide by overdosing. Looking back, I often ridicule myself for being so stupid to think an entire bottle of ibuprofen would kill me. I remember waking up and feeling like a failure. I had lived. Perhaps it was God’s way of punishing me. In seventh grade, I cut for the first of many times. I wasn’t able to stop until the age of 22. It’s been four years, and perhaps that is why I am writing this entry. For over a decade I struggled with accepting my mental illness and refused to get treatment. To this day, I’ve kept so much of this from my family. Why? Shame. Fear. Pride. I wanted to be perceived as strong, capapble, sane, normal, and independent. As if a chemical imbalance in my brain would make it imposible for me to be those things.

At the time, I tried to cope the best ways I could. I kept a journal. Every so often, I go back and re-read what I wrote all those years ago and I am blown away that I was able to keep the struggle I went through from so many people. Writing was a huge release for me, not just in my journal, but poetry and fiction as well. Reading helped me so much too. It was my escape.

I would say the darkest time was between 6th and 7th grade, but by high school I had leveled out somewhat, made a bunch of friends who were all sympathetic, left the church, and slowly I climbed out of isolation and felt normal sometimes. I still could not regulate my feelings very well, and I still battled depression, self-loathing, and anxiety. I still cut. But it all seemed more under control, or maybe I had just gotten used to it. I started meditating and doing yoga as well.

This was my normal for a very long time. Through the rest of high school and all of college, this was how I functioned. I knew something was wrong, I knew I was delaing with depression, but I kept going along. My senior year of college I decided to never cut myself again, and I haven’t. The scars on my legs have faded, but I can still feel the ripply cords of scar tissue on my thighs that remind me of how out of control I used to feel. During my senior year of college I also met and fell in love with the man who I would marry, and it was actually the stress of wedding planning that finally made me seek treatment.

After years of calm and healing, the anxiety that on set in the early months of 2013 was alarming to me. It wasn’t until after our engagement party that July that I knew I had to do something. My social anxiety had morphed into something more, I felt crazy all the time. I was in such an anxious space during and after our engagement party that I literally blacked it out. I don’t remember a majority of the party and it physically exhasuted me so much I slept over 18 hours after it. I had a doctors appointment to see why I was having such terrible jaw pain- turns out I clench and grind my teeth in my sleep and guess what? Stress makes it worse! I broke down in tears at the appointment and I told my doctor I needed help. I filled him in on the things I hadn’t told any doctor, and I told him I felt absolutely out of control of my feelings, my anxiety, and myself. He gave me a referall for a therapist and a prescription of Zoloft.

I was hesitant to take it at first. I wasn’t necessarily raised in a psych-med firendly family and taking meds was admitting that something was wrong with me, for real for sure, not just something in my head. I’m glad I did, so glad. Once the Zoloft was in my system and working, I noticed a huge difference in myself. I no longer felt like I was on edge, all the time. I didn’t feel like I was going to lose it or burst into flames with rage. I was more comfrotable around people, and less tense. In other words, it worked.

It isn’t a magical fix all. The depression still lurks and anxiety still haunts, and there have been times when I’ve run out and not gotten my presciption refilled immediately and I can feel it all start to bubble up again. There is a noted differnece in my mental landscape. In my opinion, I am so much better off. I could not believe that such a teeny tiny pill would help me so drastically. I don’t black-out social events anymore, and while I do enjoy alone time, I don’t feel the desperate need to isolate myself from everyone I love.

Pills aren’t the answer for everyone. Talk therapy isn’t the answer for everyone either. I’m not here to tell everyone to become a slave to Big Pharma and get a script, but I am here to tell you that it’s ok to get help. It isn’t weak, and you shouldn’t fear what the people who are supposed to love you will think of you for getting help. There are people in my life who don’t understand my choices, and it hurts, but in the end I have to do what is best for me, to live the most comfrotable, full, and happy life I can because, after all this time, I finally think I deserve that.

If you are having a hard time and need support, someone is ready to listen to you and help. Be it a friend, a family member, a mentor, a doctor, or one of the hotlines below. People love you and care about you. You don’t have to go through depression or anxiety alone.


“You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid with a disassembled razor that I stole from my dad, when I thought suffering was something profound… I know they’ll never fade and it’s not something I think about each and every day, I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them as if they’ll ever go away. These tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end, that’s ok” 

-Frank Turner, Tell Tale Signs

Call any of these hotlines for help.

United States of America (1): 1-800-273-TALK (8255)

United States of America (2) (for teenagers in the US): 310-855-HOPE (4673)


Suicide Hotline: 1-800-SUICIDE (2433) – Can use in US, U.K., Canada and Singapore

Suicide Crisis Line: 1-800-999-9999

National Suicide Prevention Helpline: 1-800-273-TALK (8245)

National Adolescent Suicide Helpline: 1-800-621-4000

Postpartum Depression: 1-800-PPD-MOMS

NDMDA Depression Hotline – Support Group: 1-800-826-3632

Veterans: 1-877-VET2VET

Crisis Help Line – For Any Kind of Crisis: 1-800-233-4357

Suicide & Depression Crisis Line – Covenant House: 1-800-999-9999

Survivors of Bereavement by Suicide: (UK only) 0844-561-6855

Beyondblue info line: (Australia only) 1300-22-4636

24/7 Crisis Line:(Canada only) 905-522-1477

Lifeline Australia: 13-11-14

Domestic Abuse:

National Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-422-4453

National Domestic Violence Crisis Line: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

National Domestic Violence Hotline (TDD): 1-800-787-32324

Center for the Prevention of School Violence: 1-800-299-6504

Child Abuse Helpline: 1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

Domestic Violence Helpline: 1-800-548-2722

Healing Woman Foundation (Abuse): 1-800-477-4111

Child Abuse Hotline Support & Information: 1-800-792-5200

Women’s Aid National Domestic Violence Helpline: (UK Only) 0345 023 468

Sexual Abuse Centre: (UK Only) 0117 935 1707

Sexual Assault Support (24/7, English & Spanish): 1-800-223-5001

Domestic & Teen Dating Violence (English & Spanish: 1-800-992-2600

Relationships Australia: 1300-364-277

Alcohol & Drug Abuse:

National Association for Children of Alcoholics: 1-888-55-4COAS (1-888-554-2627)

National Drug Abuse: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Al-Anon/Alateen Hope & Help for young people who are the relatives & friends of a problem drinker): 1-800-344-2666

Alcohol/Drug Abuse Hotline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Be Sober Hotline: 1-800-BE-SOBER (1-800-237-6237)

Cocaine Help Line: 1-800-COCAINE (1-800-262-2463)

24 Hour Cocaine Support Line: 1-800-992-9239

Ecstasy Addiction: 1-800-468-6933

Marijuana Anonymous: 1-800-766-6779

Youth & Teen Hotlines:
National Youth Crisis Support: 1-800-448-4663

Youth America Hotline: 1-877-YOUTHLINE (1-877-968-8454)

Covenant House Nine-Line (Teens): 1-800-999-9999

Boys Town National: 1-800-448-3000

Teen Helpline: 1-800-400-0900

TeenLine: 1-800-522-8336

Youth Crisis Support: 1-800-448-4663 or 1-800-422-0009

Runaway Support (All Calls are Confidential): 800-231-694

National Runaway Hotline: (US only) 1800-231-6946

Child Helpline: (UK Only) 0800-111

Kids Helpline: (Australia) 1800-55-1800

Youth to Youth: (UK only) 020-8896-3675

Kids Help Phone Canada: 1800-688-6868

National Youth Crisis Hotline:(US only) 800-442-442-4673 

Pregnancy Hotlines:
AAA Crisis Pregnancy Center: 1-800-560-0717

Pregnancy Support: 1-800-4-OPTIONS (1-800-467-8466)

Pregnancy National Helpline: 1-800-356-5761

Young Pregnant Support: 1-800 550-4900

Gay and Lesbian Hotlines:
The Trevor Helpline (For homosexuality questions or problems): 1-800-850-8078

Gay & Lesbian National Support: 1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564)

Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender (GLBT) Youth Support Line: 1-800-850-8078

Lesbian & Gay Switchboard: (UK Only) 0121 622 6589

Lothian Gay & Lesbian Switchboard – Scotland: (Scotland Only) 0131 556 4049

Other Hotlines:

Self-Injury Support: 1-800-DONT CUT (1-800-366-8288) (www.selfinjury.com)

Eating Disorders Awareness and Prevention: 1-800-931-2237 (Hours: 8am-noon daily, PST)

Eating Disorders Center: 1-888-236-1188

Help Finding a Therapist: 1-800-THERAPIST (1-800-843-7274)

Panic Disorder Information and Support: 1-800-64-PANIC (1-800-647-2642)

TalkZone (Peer Counselors): 1-800-475-TALK (1-800-475-2855)

Parental Stress Hotline: 1-800-632-8188

Parent Help Line (Australia only): 1300-364-100

National AIDS Helpline: (UK Only) 0800 567 123

Mensline Australia: 1300-789-978

Want a country by country list? Here are some more resources: helplines

The following sites also provides a country by country list of helplines available: 


international suicide hotlines


Accepting help is BRAVE! Mental illness is real!

Source: the-healing-nest 

Road Trip Part II: An Unexpected Journey to Niagra Falls!

 We had finished up at IKEA pretty early in the day, around 1. We agreed we had too much of the day left to just turn around and go home. The first idea that popped into our heads was NYC! Haleah has never been and it seemed like the perfect, reckless, on-a-whim trip to make. But then we started calculating. Drive time, gas, how to drive in the city, train costs, train stations…. it was all too much. We would need more time to plan out that trip.

I put Niagra Falls into the google maps app on my phone just to see, and lo & behold it was only three and a half hours away. That seemed do-able.

Haleah agreed and decided that’s what we would do. So, we hopped back in the car and started on our way to Niagra. A couple pit stops, and a few giant bridges, and we made it. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t expecting it to be as busy? I guess in my head, I just had the image of the falls and a park…. with no people.

 It was crowded. Families, children, countless selfie-sticks galore surrounded us. We did get some good vantage points, though. I really enjoyed how the air was so fresh, and ever so slightly misty. After enjoying the view for a little bit, we deicded to cross the bridge onto Goat Island and look at the falls from the other side. It was a nice little walk and a bit less crowded. On our walk, I decided someone should build a structure so people can swim right before the falls. I’m drawn to water, so I kept imagining that it would be safe to hop in here or there on the path. Don’t worry, I didn’t jump in. Just thought about it!!

 We hit up a few gift shops, I got a bunch of random crap and Haleah found the perfect shirt for her daughter. The drive home was around 4 hours, and honestly, I slept most of it. Bless Haleah for driving. We made it back around the wee hour of 1:30am and I went straight to sleep.

All in all, it was a grand adventure! It isn’t very like us to do unexpected and spontaneous things, but I am so glad we did. I will cherish the memory forever.


Ikea trip…Part I 

Saturday morning I woke up nice and early at 6am, certain I would make it to Haleah’s before 8. We were headed to Ikea, and the earlier the better, right? Ha. I didn’t even leave my house til 7:45, with one stop at the gas station to squeegee the morning dew off of my windows I was on my way. We rolled out of the driveway around 9am, but only made it two minutes down the road before we realized neither of us has cash for tolls. A quick u turn fixed that and then we were really on the road.

The drive went fast, we filled it with talking about this blog, upcoming weddings, plans, schemes, life, dudes, husbands, ex husbands, family drama, and jokes.

Before we knew it, upon the horizon, IKEA arose from the ground like a beacon of all things cheap and Swedish.

We forgot to take a singular picture inside the store but we found some wonderful gems, some of which you will see in our big DIY project. After spending what amounts to too much money, we needed lunch. Haleah wasn’t enticed by the French fries on a sandwich idea offered by Pimanti brothers, so we decided to look around the area, and if nothing else there was Max and Erma’s around the corner, and who doesn’t love those damn cookies??

Then I saw the sign.

What was it? Was this really a burger place with a name invoking purgatory? Was that supposed to be a bad or good thing? Turns out, it was a good thing.

Devil cows? Why, yes!

The menu wasn’t huge, but it had a lot of great options. I did a “meat your maker” (get it??) which had a Waygu beef burger, roasted tomatoes, field greens, an onion crust, aged Gruyere, and truffled shallot aioli. It was amazing.

We got the truffle and Gorgonzola fries to share, but the cheese was too stinky for Hay. I didn’t mind. I liked that they layered the fries and the cheese instead of just putting cheese on the top. Quality.

Haleah did a build your own burger, with pickles, lettuce, bacon, provolone cheese, and garlic mayo, and sea salt and herb fries on the side, which she really enjoyed.

I got a fluffer nutter butter milkshake to go. It was, indeed, heavenly. With clouds of marshmallow fluff and whip cream, and a piece of nutter butter cookie as garnish.

I’m glad I spotted the sign for this place and that we decided to check it out. If you’re in the Pittsburgh/IKEA area check it out, they also have a handful of other locations. It was a really cool place with great food and good service. It was kind of like the PA version of Bspot. Same price point, similar menu items, beer selection, and interior design. Personally, I love both. Great burgers, fries, and milkshakes with quality ingredients.

Look out for Part II of our trip later today