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| - I grew up on Dairy Queen... which is odd for someone born and raised in Mexico. But the DQ I grew up in was an eat-in, sit down sorta place that served all your regular frozen treats and footlongs/hotdogs, etc. But that DQ also sold hamburgers and Country Baskets (breaded sticks of steak that you dunked in a bucket of gelatinous white gravy, DELICIOUS) and other plates not found in normal DQ menus. I know that this isn't your typical DQ and but I'd never been to a throwback DQ like the one in Plaza-Midwood.
Everything was ok. Just ok. At first Becky and I were a bit confused as to where to order since there were people scattered throughout the windows in no discernible order. It seemed that there were only two crew members behind the glass. One, the guy, taking orders and the other, the girl, handing them out. So neither really noticed us when we stood there for a good five minutes trying to figure out where to order.
Finally, we just approached a random window and the guy came over. He was very nice, attentive and polite. He took our order and verified everything twice.
The girl, on the other hand, was kinda... unpleasant. Not that she was overly rude or anything. She would just randomly stick her hand out of the window with a product someone had ordered without any real expression on her face. As the guy was still taking our order, the girl stuck out her hand with a hand-dipped cone and said, "hand-dipped cone". I was standing right next to her and just kinda looked perplexed for a second not sure who she was talking to. I asked if it was ours and she just looked at me without saying anything. I confirmed with Becky that she'd order one. I looked back at the girl and asked, again, if it was ours as no one else was approaching the window to pick it up. She looked at me and, what I perceived as almost, rudely, said, "it's a hand-dipped cone..." That didn't sit well with me at all. I grabbed it and thanked her. She simply walked away back into her cave of frozen wonders.
A few minutes later she comes out with with a bag that had my footlong and some bunched up napkins inside. She walks away again... a few seconds later the guy comes to the window with my soda. I wait a little longer as I've still not received my bag of chips. I leaned into the window again and ask the guy, since who knows where the chick's gone, for my chips. He quickly apologized and grabbed a bag. On his way to give them to me I overheard him, rather annoyed, ask the girl, "you didn't put the chips in the bag?" I'm not sure the girl responded. He apologized again and we were on our way.
The food was ok. My footlong had chili and cheese, ketchup and mustard. Pretty damn good. I was surprised that the bun actually held the whole thing together. It did not become a soaked, wadded mess that required morbid amounts of napkins just to get through. Never heard of the brand of chips they gave me but they were good enough.
Overall, the food was edible and a nice throwback. I will definitely go again. The only truly bad mark was the girl's crappy attitude.
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