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| - Stopped here for a Saturday luncheon.
If memory serves, and it does so begrudgingly, in an earlier incarnation, this was basically a neighborhood bar that served food.
For the discerning crowd, it is now a neighborhood restaurant that serves alcohol.
My wife got a cheeseburger and hand-cut fries, I got a turkey Ruben and onion rings. There was no mention of hands regarding the rings, so I just don't know!
As the iced tea is fountain, not brewed, we both opted for a soda.
The turkey Ruben was made with shaved turkey breast from a turkey breast log, not turkey pastrami, it did however have the requisite sauerkraut, and thousand island dressing.
It was served deli-style, (piled high in the center devoid of filling around the perimeter.)
I'm not a huge fan of this method. It suggests that I'm too stupid to figure out that there really isn't all that much meat in the sandwich, and if I just want a finger sandwich, that's what I'll order, otherwise give me what I order!
It did taste good as did everything we were served.
The waitress had apparently been subject to a very long day, as I heard her defiantly ask if the 6 folks at the next table were sure they didn't want anything else, after complying with the handful of requests they had made upon being served.
My momma told me to never tell someone they looked as though they had a long day, etc. but rather that they acted as though it had been a long day, or it seemed as if it had been a long day. Essentially saying someone looks like hell or seems bitchy usually doesn't rest too well!
Happily she took my inquiry as intended.... an opening to vent a bit and maybe recover a bit of her composure.
It worked quite nicely, and had I asked we might have even become "Facebook Friends", but since I don't have any of those,and didn't especially want to start checking my "Home page", I didn't ask!
Apparently the root cause of the mood was the absence of a dishwasher, and the resultant absence of clean anything with which to serve folks.
After careful examination of our tableware, and finding nothing objectionable as a result, I was appropriately empathetic, gave her a nice tip and wished her a better afternoon, and a great evening and off we went!
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