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| - For whatever reason this girl I was seeing thought this was somehow a romantic spot. I've been seeing her for some time, but this was our official first date.
Oh Gawd, I'm tired already talking about this place. All I have to do is think about this restaurant, and immediately I become exhausted.
The décor is horrendous! Fake vines, plastic fruits, Christmas light, and toy seafood. It's as if Aqua Man & Poison Ivy had a child, and that child was a hippy, and this was her Spadina apartment where wearing anything but pyjamas would constitute as being overdressed.
Oh how much longer do I have to go on?
Maybe I'll try to just throw out words and your imagination can put everything together. Ready?
Musty, salad bar, lobster sashmi, wood, lightbulps, undercooked, empty, fire hazard, mosquitoes, ketchup, sleeping, Windows 98.
She paid, and I didn't feel guilty about it. That's how much I dislike this place. It's over, I can't believe she took me here. Last date ever!
And set menu at a steakhouse? What?
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