Oh, Mark, you made my morning! Captain Argentina, you don’t want to miss this and NO, we are not going to Arby’s EVER.

Note to Mark: I hadn’t seen an Arby’s in years — no loss to me — until one recently opened here and, oddly, in the parking lot of what is supposed to be an upscale shopping village — Arby’s killed that reputation. Captain Argentina keeps joking that we need to eat there instead of at one of my favorite restaurants across the street. He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t mean half of what he says — seriously, the man spouts a lot of nonsense — and he would only eat at an Arby’s if his stomach was gnawing on his back bone and there was no other food available for miles and miles.