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| - On a nice sunny Saturday, it can be fun to go downtown on State St and around the square. Today we chose to eat lunch from Myles right around the time the Farmers market was closing up for the day. We made the really, super, ignorant decision to eat right next to Myles on those stone bench-like sculptures. There probably is some nice name for them, but I would call them "Get harassed by homeless people square." I figured it would be ok because there were other families sitting there eating, but apparently we looked like the suckers to harass.
Some super tall black guy sat down right next to the minor with us and starts his speech about how he needs money because he is down on his luck, yada, yada. My dining companion tells him that we don't carry cash, which is true. So he says "then by me some food man, I'm hungry." Oh ok, we'll do that right away sir, just cuz you said so. We were wondering what do with our hard earned money that we WORKED for.
We packed up our lunch, and immediately walked away, with mister "I'm a professional panhandler" guy yelling after us "OH I SEE HOW IT IS!!!" I guess we were lucky it didn't get any worse than that.
We ended up eating our pasties on a picnic table by the court house. I had a veggie wedgie, and it was pretty ok minus the massive amounts of red sauce drowning it. My dining companion had the usual beef pasty. He said it was ok, but it seemed like the recipe had changed. The minor had a cheesy pizza that was also swimming in red sauce. Blech.
I won't be in a hurry to go back to this place any time soon unless I want a pasty full of red sauce and some harassment from the local, permanent, panhandlers who clearly think everyone else owes them money and food.
Boo hiss.
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