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| - Absolutely horrible.
The building has been recently remodeled because it burned. I'd guess the insurance company didn't cover a replacement broom, vacuum and cleaning supplies. My arms stuck to the new table, the floor was really littered with garbage and my silverware was dirty. Gross. It was 2pm on Sat and dead. No excuse for dirty.
The waitress was really nice, I think her name was Sarah. She was personable and attentive. She's the only reason I'd give this place a star at all.
I ordered a Gyro sandwich. It came with fries and a bowl of soup. I ordered Broccoli Cheese soup. I think if I heated up some Velveeta and added a gallon of water to it, then tossed in a bunch of dirty, uncut broccoli, I could duplicate the Sir Hobo recipe.
I wish the rest of the meal was that good. When the Gyro arrived, it reeked of rotten deer carcass, the plate was filthy and the fries were colder than Alaska in December. I'm not joking. The Gyro tasted so bad that I had to spit a mouthful of it into a napkin and slug down a glass of water to cleanse the horse-s--t taste from my mouth.
Sarah noticed that I hadn't eaten my food, she offered to remove it from the bill with out me asking. I would normally applaude that gesture, but some older foreign lady (I assume the owner) came over and told her not to do that. "I'll make you new sandwich," said the old lady. I declined. I figured I couldn't choke down another bite of the garbage they call food. I paid my 9 dollars for a lousy cup of liquid Velveeta and left.
I bet the Dairy Queen across the parking lot is glad that Sir Hobo's is back open. I wonder how many people have done what I did... walk to DQ and had an ice cream cone to try to clean the aftertaste of death and decay from my mouth. Never again. I'd go to DQ instead.
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