The GF said dickeys, I said rubios. Now I'm here writing the review holding back vomit, while she's worshiping the porcelain throne. I would really love to rub it in right now but it's not an appropriate time. Maybe tomorrow if we're still alive.
First off, I think dickeys is part of sheriff joes work furlough program, because the guys working there looked like they were out on good behavior. First red flag! No disrespect, they are probably good guys with no food handling safety.
I walk up to the order spot, he's scraping meat off the cutting board and finds a big chunk of pork, grabs it; While holding the trash can he offers me the pork. I smiled and politely declined. Second red flag!
By this time I should of walked out. But the GF was set on the fried okra and I saw a coupon.
Long story short, yada-yada-yada (Elaine), were are swearing off dickeys. Never again. Shame on me 2x real quick.