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| - Blech. As soon as I moved into this neighbourhood, everyone and their mother told me, "YOU HAVE TO GO TO VESTA LUNCH". So one day, I finally walked down the street and went there. And never went back.
I guess with this place, you either love it or you hate it. Personally, I didn't like the fact that the place made me claustrophobic. I've been in bigger bathrooms than Vesta Lunch. You have to sit down at the counter and watch them make your food, and watch them pour the pounds of butter and grease into your food....only to come home and realize you smell exactly like the food you just ate because the fried smell is in your hair.
Nope, not for me. My food was so basic, I could have made it myself at home, and I wouldn't have gained 5 pounds from eating it.
Basically if you have more than 2 people with you, you should not come here simply because you will not all fit inside. And if you are a germaphobe, you'll be happy to know that you will be able to see exactly how many times the cook washes his hands. But I firmly believe that ignorance is bliss in this scenario, and the only way to be ignorant and healthy is to abstain from Vesta Lunch at all costs.
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