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| - I'm always perplexed about coming to this restaurant. It's not like I don't know what the foods going to taste like, I know that I'll get unlimited soda [insert simulated gagging sounds here], I know the décor, and that mystical scent in the air. I suspect, that we always go back because of the service, really could there be any other reasons. OK, aside from the ribs, which I'm not sure if I've passed my phobia of touching my food. Yes, I said it, I said it on the Internet, I don't like touching my food. Anyhow, I suspect we always go back because of the service. The service? The service. For some reason, this restaurant gets it, from the front door to the kitchen and back again. It's strange and in all my years of observing these types of things, I would have never imagined it at Tony Roma's. Plus, we always have a good time laughing for some reason at the restaurant. Like the other night, where this overzealous waiter kept vacuuming the floor in the middle of dinner service using a busted battery powered vacuum. OK, so we asked him to stop twice, not once, twice. Are you kidding me? We made a joke about it when my friend ran out with one of the units pretending to vacuum, it was so funny and caused his brother to bolt from his chair ready to snag the unit from the person's hands not knowing it was his brother. Try Tony Roma's and you won't be disappointed, I really enjoy the soups and salads. Yes, I touch my food.
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