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| - I've been so excited to try this place for the longest time. It was everything I had hoped for and more. Three words:
Pneumatic. Condiment. Dispensers.
Okay, folks, I'm a condiment lover. I freaking love me some condiments on any day from anywhere. Put out Ranch Dressing or BBQ Sauce in your condiment line-up and I'm even happier. But put all the ketchup, mustard, mayo, ranch, AND bbq sauce in a shiny metal display and dispense it to me PNEUMATICALLY?????
Freaking hell ...I'm distracted all the time now because I want to go back and order five different things that I can put condiments on just so I can use the pneumatic dispensers.
SO FUN!!!!!
Oh, and the food. Okay, I'll be honest, I expected good food. I expected REALLY good food. And I was overwhelmed at the sheer selection of food on the menu, and the flat-panel displays flashing clips of video, pictures of food, and offering me fresh ice cream shakes or fried green beans (which I didnt get but will next time). Ordering (meaning I had to actually CHOOSE) was an exquisite agony. I dithered for no less than 17 minutes, circling the dining room with my iPhone (to read what other Yelpers ate) and clutching the laminated menu to my chest like a crucifix. Once my lunch partners had all arrived, my time was up and I had to enter the line. I couldn't concentrate on the conversation because as we wound back and forth in the line, I was able to see what other people were eating, and what was being served up in the window (yes! you can watch them preparing the delicious food!) which caused me to change my mind several times.
I'm the kind of person who HAS to order last, simply because I MUST KNOW what everyone else is having. It serves to lessen my post-food-arrival regret and that painful longing of "I should have ordered that...."
The moment of truth came and I decided upon a wood-fired BBQ chicken pizza. And in a gluttonous moment of ridonkulous insanity, blurted out 'FRENCH FRIES' fully knowing that no amount of hours on the treadmill watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes on DVD could ever redeem my choice of lunch. But... DO NOT JUDGE ME! You weren't there watching the orders of fries being shunted out to happy diners... it wasn't completely in my control.
Food arrived. I did admire my fellow luncher's selections, but did not suffer overmuch from longing or regret. I had a giant wood-fired bbq chicken pizza with globs of melted fresh mozzarella on it... a paper basket of the most delicious french fries of my life... and (drumroll).... PNEUMATIC CONDIMENT DISPENSERS!
It's no business of yours, to be sure, why I might have needed ketchup, mayo, mustard, ranch AND bbq sauce for my pizza and french fries. But I just did.
To summarize... the food was incredible, nay, transcendant... but nothing brings me joy quite like the memory of the pneumatic condiment dispenser.
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