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| - Rally's... I seem to cross paths with you every couple of months.
Now your fries are without a doubt, hands down the best I have ever had. Ever. I just wish your small order contained more than 18 fries (yes, 18 was all that was in a small order. $1.29 for that) In my opinion, worth it. Just barely.
On my latest visit, my order was taken by a girl waving me to the window, a nice, fresh, proudly displayed hickey on her neck, and I think she was older than I am in. Took a bit to contain my laughter and place my order.
The burgers, nothing to write home about. Not all that bad, but not all that extraordinary. But for the prices on your budget menu, I'm not in a condition to complain. The grease soaks through the buns nicely. The cheese never seems to melt all the way and remains suspect.
So, there is no inside dining room here. The seating is outside on a covered patio, like at a Sonic. Most of the tables have graffiti carved in them in some sort of language I can't read. Almost like cave dwelling pictures. When the weather is nice in Arizona, I do like sitting out on the patio, taking my time eating, savoring those awesome, awesome fries, and wondering what sort of chemicals are in the cheese. This particular location, however, has a pretty serious problem with pigeons.
On my last particular visit, I was trying to eat, and those winged, rat bastards were getting close, standing on my shoe, looking for food with absolutely no fear of people. They looked a bit heavy and knew they had a good thing going there. I try to kick them off and ""shoo" them away. I failed impressively. They didn't care.
When I was leaving, another customer sat down, put his food out, and walked back to the window (I assume for ketchup or napkins or something because he was only gone for about 30 seconds) In that time, the birds jumped up on the table, and attacked his food with the precision of a smart bomb. Jumped up on the table, ate ALL of his fries, almost the entire top bun of his burger, and knocked his drink over. He comes running back, yelling "Go away, get!" (The pigeons do not speak English, and continue to devour his food) He looks at the tattered remains of his meal, throws what is left in the bag, and throws it away in the trash can, yells "FUCK!" as loud as possible and storms off to his car.
One of the remaining pigeons shits on the table.
Laughed my ass off. Not a bad place to stop at, just don't leave your food attended.
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