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| - So,I figure I'm going to see what this hippy bag is all about.
I get there after breakfast,but before a full on lunch or brunch crowd.
Maybe 16 people there in various forms of order status.
Some have their food,some are waiting,some haven't decided.
There's only one person ahead of me to order.
No big.
Until I realize she must be ordering War and Peace word for word,because for whatever reason, it was taking well over 5 minutes for the lady behind the counter to actually transcribe and place her order.
I get ready to leave as another staffer pops up to take my order.
Cheeseburger and fries to go...
Simple...
No questions asked,money has been taken,and now I sit and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
I've looked at the decor and the denizens for about 20 minutes at this point.
At the 25 minute mark they call my name.
I get to where I need to be and proceed to partake of this cheddar cheese burger and fries...
The burger was smothered in all sorts of crap like sauteed onions,tomatos and such.You'd think for all the fancy dress it would have tasted like something.
Anything.
Nope.
It had to be the blandest thing I've ever eaten.
I was mystified.
How could there be all this crap on this thing and it not taste like anything?
The fries were crinkle cut and brought back nightmares of growing up in a household where the crinkle cut fries from a bag were a weekly menu item.
Mom never was handy when it came to food preperation.
Everything tasted like grey matter.
So I guess this hippy foray should have not been so alien to me.
Anyhoo,it's now a day later and it's amazing how a burger and fries that taste like nothing has been able to wreak havoc on my digestive system.
I woke up this morning by my stomach turning and have been relegated to the bathroom ever since.
It's really nice outside,so once my body is done being really annoyed with me for waiting 25 minutes for bland burger that took it's revenge on me 16 hours later,maybe I'll go out to stock up on Pepto Bismol.
Sorry Two Hippies......
I wanted to really dig your gig,but I can't groove on the move.
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