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| - I have a small history with pasties. Having close friends that have been eating pasties since before Christ was born + hanging around said friends for 20 years = a small history with pasties.
I recently heard about this place on Yelp and every time I saw the name, I managed to over and over mis-read it as pastry. My only defense is that I keep getting those forwards from folks that say it doesn't matter the order of the letters or even if all of them are there, you're brain will figure it out anyway. i guess this time my brain figured wrong. I digress...
It never occurred to me that this little known dish would have it's own establishment run in its honor. Of course, once I finally clued in that it was pasty and not pastry and stopped acting like someone hopped up on pills, I naturally invited my pasty-lovin' friends to share in the experience. They too were elated at the variety of pasty options and the fact this was the restaurant's purpose and specialty. An added bonus is how f'n cheap it is. Talk about a steal!
This place was packed! Someone said to get there before 8 or 830, but it was 7 and overflowin'. We managed to fit 5 of us in the awkward geometrical booth built for 3. My two pasty veterans ordered the Oggie with ketchup since that's what they grew up on (minus the rutabaga). They both liked it, but thought it was a little spicy due to the rutabaga and the fact they are both ridiculously sensitive to spice induced heat. One of their sig others ordered a chicken pasty of some sort which he thought was just okay. The other +1 and I had the shepherd's pie and there wasn't a crumb to be found on either plate.
Our waitress seemed completely unfriendly and a little standoff-ish. She warmed up as the meal progressed, chatted with us, and she ended up being a great waitress. One of the guys drinks diet coke like he's in some sort of contest. After he downed the first one in record time and the waitress gave him a curious "you need a refill already" look, he warned her that he drinks a lot of diet coke and will be gettin' a lot of refills. About two minutes later she came back with a pitcher so he could refill till his thirst is content. Rock star move on her part. We all left full, happy, and ready for the next phase of the evening.
I'll definitely be back again - maybe even for lunch since I work relatively close. Just remember pasty, not pastry. Yum!
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