My co-workers had the brilliant idea of going here after an already huge catered lunch from Chick-Fil-A. Of course, I said I'd tag along, and maybe get a small ice cream cone or something. Bad move. A thousand nuggets and one large M&Ms Blizzard later, I feel like I'm about to enter a food coma until Sunday afternoon. Thanks, DQ. I haven't been to you in years, but you still know how to treat me.