I am an old lady.
I love Luby’s.
Something I honest-to-God did not realize until about the last year was that Luby’s is a Southern thing. Tragic!
I’d like to buy the world a Coke, and a Luann platter with fresh homemade mac and cheese and a buttery cloverleaf roll, and some fruit salad on the side, and then we can sing in perfect harmony about how wonderfully full our bellies feel, and then take a nice long nap.