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| - Friends and I were recently in town for the Wilco shows at Massey Hall, so of course we had to make a trip to the sandwich shop whose entire menu is an ode to the band.
The space is small but comfortable, and it was busy when we went in. When we ordered at the counter (and paid), we were told they'd just gotten a lot of take-out orders and that it would probably be 20 minutes or so until our sandwiches were ready. We said it was no problem, since we weren't in any hurry.
We got the last available table and sat down to wait. And wait. And wait. We heard some Wilco. We heard the National. We heard the Avett Brothers. We heard more Wilco. We walked around and looked at all the posters on the walls. We looked at magazines. We finished our drinks. Finally, an hour and a half later, we realized people who came in after us were being served, and twice we were brought food that should've gone to someone else and was immediately taken away from us.
I had to go to the counter to ask about our sandwiches twice, and they seemed thoroughly annoyed both times, even though I told them what time we'd come in and that people who'd ordered after us had already gotten their food, eaten, and left. When we finally got our sandwiches, we'd been there for two hours and we didn't even get an apology.
My friends had the Bull Black Nova and the Dreamer In My Dreams, and I had the Airline to Heaven. The sandwiches were all good, but we could've seen an entire Wilco show in the time we had to wait for them.
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