Don't you dare toy with my gastronomical emotions. I would give my left nipple to go here. It's supposed to be AWESOME! No, scratch that. It's supposed to be awesomely awesome with awesome sauce! Let's go. Can we go? Please? Pretty pretty please with please sauce? I can get some cash by selling my blood. No. I'm not selling my blood. I'm going to shear the cat, and start a line of calico kitty fashion. Calico duvet covers, calico shams, calico tea cozies. Let's go. Seriously. I can live on ramen for a while.
I wish they'd put just a little effort into their presentation. I mean, come on, people! It's like they just slap your dinner on a plate and toss it at you without a care in the world.
Dude, did you guys notice the bacon served on mini-trapezes? How awesome is that! I'm with the moter of memory and the number one sone: let's do it! Let's go! So I eat beans for a month afterwards; it would SO be worth it.
I've done it. I made reservations. Ladies, we must be dressed well. Fancy Schmancy. I might wear a dress. If you are a man of a gentle nature you are required to wear a jacket. If you don't wear a jacket they will kick your ass. Granted they will kick it in a very creative way that might involve suspending you from a wire while presenting your ass kicking in the form of a balloon filled with butt whupping essence, but be assured that a whupping will be had.
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