Many of us have been there. It's the end of a Saturday night, if you're a girl your curls are probably falling out and your cat eyeliner has come to resemble a raccoon. And if you're a guy, particularly one of my guy friends, you've probably been thrown out of some bars or have broken a bone. The only silver lining that can be seen through your drunk goggles is the red and green glow of the Kilroys sign. A sign that not only promises water and a place to sit, but the majestic culinary wonder that is a Kilroy's breadstick.
Alas, you make it to the bar but obtaining a beloved full order of bread sticks will not be easy. There are many emotional stages and here they are as told by Jessica Day.
You walk in ready to feast but then realize there is no where to sit.
So you stake out, casually, at possible tables to snag. Once one opens up you just...
Next you impatiently wait for your waiter because you're drunk and hungry, and may be feeling the very beginning of a long hangover.
But then you order your full order of bread sticks with cheese sauce and marinara and your mood takes a turn.
But then you're back to impatiently waiting.
Then you see your waiter carrying the bread sticks and follow her every move.
And she rips your heart out by giving them to the table next to you.
Ten minutes (probably only like two in reality) and STILL NO BREADSTICKS.
Finally! Your breadsticks come and you've never been happier, but you try to keep cool...
But then you take your first bite into the warm buttery, cheesy, pepperoni filled stick and you can't fool anyone.
Each bite is a small piece of happiness dipped in nacho cheese that makes you believe anything is possible!
You have literally never been this happy before.
You begin to think you have found true love in a Kilroy's bread stick.
And you don't care how weird that seems.
















































