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Went on Sunday 8-30-15 around 12:30 PM. This restaurant is located on the corner of Hualapai and Elkhorn. It did not look promising from the outside, sandwiched between a tobacco shop and a dog groomers but we threw caution to the wind and entered. Inside we found approximately ten tables, all of which are a hodge-podge mix of yard sale junk all fixed up. There is a bench by the front door...oh my lord, that bench....it took all I had not to have my friend distract the waiter and run out the door with that bench. Best part about the whole place, honestly.
It seems like a bunch of middle-eastern dudes decided to open up a breakfast place. Heck, they may even run the tobacco store two doors down. $13.51 got me a pulled pork sandwich, fries, and the most expensive glass of apple juice I've ever had at $3.95 and no refills. Why, oh why, did I decide to get a pulled pork sandwich at an Armenian-American breakfast restaurant is beyond me. It was a bad decision.
The sandwich looked quite lovely, but imagine week-old pulled pork thrown on the grill top and re-heated with no barbecue sauce and cole slaw. The pork was crispy. I took a couple bites and put it down. It was wretched. It was served with real potato french fries. They kind of reminded me of well-done In-N-Out fries with no salt.
And then today, I am reminded of Kevin Buckman's song from the movie Parenthood (1989): When you're sliding into first and you're feeling something burst, diarrhea, diarrhea. When you're sliding into third and you feel a juicy turd, diarrhea, diarrhea. When you're sliding into home and your pants are full of foam, diarrhea, diarrhea. When you're driving in your Chevy and your pants are feeling heavy, diarrhea, diarrhea.
I was going to give this place 3 stars but something happened while we were dining that bumped it down a star for me. A customer walked out the front door and bit the dust on the pavement. This poor old lady was laying there and only one employee from this restaurant went over to help. Five male employees were sitting inside drinking coffee and one of them said "Must have been her high heels."
Now, call me too sensitive, but any place that won't help an old lady and gave me the runs is a place I will never go back to.
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