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| - First of all, this place is filthy. So filthy that one would wish for the lighting you would find in an opium den of stygian ambience. The oil is so thick in the air and on the furnishings that (excuse me if you've heard this one before...) Exxon Valdez: the Sequel could happen at any moment if someone were to create a flicker or spark.
The food is mediocre (rough rib-eye, oily soup and vegetables anachronistic to our age), the prices fair (that's where the one star comes from) and the service non-existent. Okay, that was a hyperbole, as they brought me food and took my order prior, but nonetheless, I felt like I was in a certain Ralph Ellison novel minus the violent urge to stuff a waitstaff in my chimney. Seriously, I was treated like a negro during the antebellum South. Alas, I resist the urge to play the race card here, as I am black, and felt they treated everyone with the same disservice and surly attitudes.
This place is, how do you say, you know, not Sunni, but...
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