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| - When I have people come visit from out of town, I always take them to Melt. Having been there at least a dozen times, I will try to summarize my experiences into one hypothetical experience:
I went to Melt the other day and waited for 3 hours even though it was the middle of the afternoon. There were a bunch of punk kids watching Voltron on the TV in the bar drinking obscure beers with funny names. While I was waiting, I enjoyed a draft cider while I looked at the nostalgic pictures throughout the restaurant, which felt suspiciously like my uncle's basement. When I finally was seated, I ordered a cup of soup, because I had heard that I would probably have to wait another hour for my sandwich. The soup was good - it was something unique and boldly flavored that I would not be able to get anywhere else. I ordered a grilled something-or-other, which came out greasier than I expected, but I guess I should have known what I was getting into considering this place's reputation. I couldn't tell whether the coleslaw was really good, or if I just liked it because my body was trying to convince my brain to do something other than finish my sandwich. But finish my sandwich I did - all 3200 calories of it. After spending half the day there and eating a week's worth of saturated fat in one sitting, I was absolutely exhausted, so I went home and went to sleep.
I'll probably come back in about a week or so and do it all over again.
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