After dining at this joint I kept thinking: if we were truly what we eat, what would I turn into: dry turkey burger with a smear of spoiled avocado o top or over-marinated sour steak?
Yes, you heard it right. They commit all the mortal sins of the chain restaurant circa 1995: they marinate hell out of the meat giving it uncharacteristic formaldehyde taste of a cow cadaver, they serve only white wonder bread along rusty iceberg salad with rotten tomatoes, and then they bring out diluted coffee along with Tapioca pudding.
We came as ravenously hungry thriving group of carnivores and left as fools who just got fed the garbage.
I returned home nauseated and questioning the reality.