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What you don't believe me?
What reasons do you need? I'm telling you, you want to go here.
Can't just take the advice you seek, gotta be convinced, gotta make sure you're being sold?
Fine, then I'll Give reasons & Point fingers -- or Point Reasons & Give Fingers, which ever you prefer.
So much better then their local competitor. I won't name them here, but if you don't believe me, find out for yourself and then come back and apologize -- We find your lack of faith disturbing.
Anyway, picture this: its midday, the lunchtime crowd is flocking in patterns through the courtyard, Arizona sun is yawning just enough where people actually wanna get out of their house and stroll. When's the last time anybody 'Strolled' in AZ?
Ha you're too right, strolling doesn't happen. It's more just butt clinched power-walking from shade spot to shade spot through the parking lot.
Aaaand back to the story: I love these guys cos im fat. Like imma fat kid. Always was. I was always the smallest in our group but one day, driving in from spending the day shooting in the desert, I was Knighted an honorary "Fat Kid" after I shoved an entire Big Mac in my face without dying.
( Grossed and impressed, i know, us too. )
It would please the court to inform thy peers this act was performed whilst dodging Arizona traffic -- you know The Californication types...
Yeah. I rest my case.
Listen, we roll in unannounced, 10 deep, at lunchtime. It's pretty busy.
Oh and did I mention it's a holiday? Like it's busy. Biiiizzy...
We eat large, gorge, and share laughs & company, drinks and 2 hours tick off the clock.
In the end, there are nothing but smiles, to-go boxes neatly wrapped.
But then I notice, it's not just our table, the entire room is like that.
If you don't know why that's impressive, drop a cinder block on your head until you achieve Percussive Maintenance Reset or "TILT".
Was it good, yeah it was good, or you would have read this far.
But that's not why I tipped big. I tipped because of the sheer Bad-Ass-Ery I witnessed from kitchen, to food, to staff.
Lemme just say: In-fucking-pressed.
Go here.
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Sooo We weren't the only family celebrating today. This place is wall to window of multiple families and large groups.
Every table is full.
But what I'm looking at is the drinks, they're full too...Hot teas, sodas, waters--they're ALL full.
Each table is clustered in plates & condiments. Noodles for noodling, dim sum for fun, soups and stews, a whole damn duck! Like day'm!
( All right I'm exaggerating on the duck. I just wish I had enough money & stomach to order it )
But understand this, at any restaurant, under the best circumstances, it's hard to find so many smiling faces throughout the room.
Food is being pushed out the window at a rate that would've had average servers spun.
(This is just my imagination, I'm picturing one man in the kitchen standing over 10 wok's. & he's ancient Old, The way you think of antediluvian as old, deep time or Orogenisis--He's all Father Time beard & mustache, pale white and reaches just above his stomach.)
Ooh yeah, And they were taking call-ins and pick-ups! Can you Adam & Eve it?
Lemme tell you about my family: 1 generous heap of Hawaiian, with heavy a few dollops of Mexican, served with two slices of White Bread ( who you callin' Cracka, Honky?! ), season with Colombian & a pinch of Italian to taste.
If any demographic could complain about this meal it would be one of us.
But that's the point, isn't it?
There was no complaints not even from the children - which I've taken the liberty of including myself in.
So go. What are you waiting for? Go and tell me I'm wrong.
Ooor...
You can thank me later.
( your welcome )
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