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| - So, against better judgement I went back and tried this establishment, and I even decided to bring a friend of the female persuasion. Now she tends to tell me to try to start off with the positives so here goes:
First off there was only three cars in the lot, so there was plenty of parking. So empty in fact, I just couldn't decide where to park. After three or four minutes of not able being able to decide, my lady friend told me to "pick a spot already, I'm starving!" After subjecting her to three hours of the desolation of smaug, I owed her a meal for her unfortunate torture.
We walked in, and even though management has changed, nothing has been updated. Not even the decor! Well actually the pennants on the wall have been removed, but at least the lame tacky signs that say silly stuff about beer (that you can buy at east towne) are still up.
The menu has been greatly reduced, and so have the dinner plates! They've replaced them with plastic baskets, and wax paper. We decided to start with cheese curds. For three dollars, we got a very minuscule amount of them. Which is good thing, because the last thing I wanted was to have to say "WOW THERE'S WAY TOO MANY CHEESE CURDS FOR US TO EAT!" We then got our food. I got a greasy cheeseburger and fries. It's quite exciting to see the grease eat through the wax paper. In fact it's like it was trying to escape it's measly wax paper prison. That reminds me: At least I didn't hear about a bartenders anal seepage.
In closing I am quite satisfied that this experience was much worse than my previous visitation of this so called establishment.
With hugs and kisses, and sacarsm,
Joshua M.
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