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| - The East Carson Street Pizza Gauntlet Part 4.5: An Interlude
Kay and I had full bladders and couldn't stand Pi enough to want to relieve ourselves there. The 5th pizza place we wanted to try had become a full-on bar. I had seen another pizza parlor that I hadn't heard or read of before, so we made our way back up Carson to where we parked, in search of a bathroom and one more pizza place afterwards before ending our intensely chilled evening out on the tiles.
When we went back to the bathrooms, we found that both were locked.
Oh, you KNOW how this works: A few heroin junkies spoil it for the straight-edgers like me. Damn it.
We had to buy something before we'd be allowed to use the facilities.
I went through this before at a McDonald's last year on St. Paddy's Day. Hey, I was pressured into downing a yard of green beer.
Well, I orderd a Hi-C, and Kay had a Diet Coke. This was after waiting 20 minutes.
The gruff manager said "I'll unlock the doors," with a smirk on his face. He had us. I smirked back since I knew what the racket was.
I urinated for what was seemingly an eternity, got back to our seat, and sipped on the Hi-C...with a pizza box in front of us. The gaggle of high-school kids across from us thought that was funny.
"Do they eat Subway sandwiches at Wendys? Huh-huh-huh."
I felt like going over to explain our night to them but decided that it would be futile. What teenager even knows what Yelp is?
Alas BK, your burgers are dry, your onion rings bland, and you add/remove too many items from your menu. As Ronnie Dio used to sing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3ZfrCPKEqM&feature=related
While we were here, we found someone to give our crappy Pi Coal Fired Pizza to.
P.S. My grandmother used to come to this BK when she was alive and living in South Side 2.5 decades ago. She would only come by to pilfer straws, sugar, plastic utensils, napkins, and coffee creamer. God Bless her. She may have been the subject of a certain Jane's Addiction song.
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