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| - Love this place!
I came here at 1 p.m. for lunch. I figured if I leaned on the late side to eat, I'd find a parking spot. Sure enough. Word to the wise: Late lunch here = good idea, indeed.
I entered through the back, where the outside patio is, and walked right up to the counter to order. On the wall hung a big blackboard. I read it, half-confused, expecting more than just one wrap offered. I panicked for a half-second, since I was hungry for the Who's the Turkey, thanks to Sarah G's review.
The friendly guy behind the counter must have read my expression. He handed me a freshly printed menu. Brand new, he said; they debuted yesterday. Ah-ha. "I've never been here," I admitted shyly. I looked back up at the board on the wall. "Ah, that must be the special..." I said half to myself and half to him. "If only I could read vertical." He laughed. On the board in chalk was this word:
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I ordered the Who's the Turkey, without onions, with a side of fruit. For there. All for $7.50. Nice. I grabbed the Styrofoam cup handed to me and walked over to their "drink station" to get water and ice. I then took a seat near the counter. Plenty of spots to chose from. The place was half-full. Very cool. I picked up a couple free mags to peruse: Java and Urban Affair. Right on. Then I noticed them: stacks and stacks of Styrofoam cups. Weird. I figured a place like this wouldn't want to harm the environment. They even have a recycle-only bin near the trash. I was perplexed... and disappointed. I hate Styrofoam. For that alone, this place gets docked a single star. (I don't want to feel like I'm harming Mother Earth if I stop to eat here. I may bring in my own bottled water next time.)
My food arrived after a short wait. Beautiful. The fresh fruit came in a mini-cup (made of Styrofoam, of course) and was filled with red grapes, orange slices, pineapple wedges, strawberries and the best cantaloupe I think I've ever had.
The wrap was divine, too. I nibbled happily in my chair, so thrilled that I took a break from the office to get lunch here. I had almost changed my mind, but I'm SO glad I didn't. If I lived nearby or worked closer, I'd come here often. Like 3x a week often. I'd coerce friends and co-workers to come with me. It'd be a That's a Wrap Rally, indeed.
Nix the Styrofoam, won'tcha? Everything else gets an A+ from me.
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