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| - So I decided to come down here for eats after the ill-fated Graveyard Bowling league night at Gold Coast. More on that later, in the Il-Fated Graveyard Bowling League (3 weeks of "is there a sleeper pin? I can't see straight. Haha, it says "AMF" on your shoes. Haha blue drink!") review. I was with my junkie asshole ex-roommate and his face-suck companion, his "Can you spot my rent till next week, I've been crafting in Wow the whole day" and her "I'm lacto ovo vegan now, so I can eat this chicken fried steak coz it's lyke, poultry and stuff" banging around my head like the mini-migraine clouds that threatened to derail my "drank-free" image the next morning at work. I needed soak food, and I needed it now!
Thankfully, Terrible's is open 24 hours. The café has some kind of woodsy, art-deco thing going...and I had to laugh at myself as I got psyched out by the mirrors that made the room seem bigger than it really was. You know, those "whoa, why am I sitting there all of a sudden?" moments. Menu had steak, eggs, chicken fried steak w/gravy, toast or english muffin, blah blah blah greasy breakfast-y bullshit. I got a pancake stack and a double order of CFS, and the traveling companions got matching steaks-and-sausage platters.
I was halfway done when I noticed blasted ex-roomie. Thousand-yard-stare at the plate, like it held secrets about his deep, dark fucked-up past.
"The hash browns are soggy, dude. You said this place would be badass. We should have gone high-class and went to Denny's. They gots bomb food over there, dude."
Didn't have the heart to tell him he actually ordered mashed potatoes. High-class, that guy.
DISCLAIMER: Okay, OK. You got me. I made that up. They don't really have a woodsy, art-deco thing going. But I'll be here over Denny's any day of the week, collecting cholesterol points.
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