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Back in the days I was on stateside. One day I've been to a local restaurant.
It was a shocking experience to hear waitress says it's what I've ordered beside
a whole four chicken leg in a bowl around a pool big, with volcano potato about to set off.
swimming in the pool filled by demiglace sauce, I repeatedly asked myself was it a fair deal.
though I 've never read study on obecitical relationships between human and chicken, but
I knew there is. huge thick legs should've served as the only transportation for his fat body.
the dish was only quarter finished at this point, while the volcano left untouched. wait.
wthat's that waitres taking to me? yes. the salad --in a sink, with bunch of cheeeeese, of course.
hold on, my stomach, no, as you, were. please. I'll call the waitress, so wait --wait.
no. no. no. don't say dessert. the cake is a lie. the cake is a lie. I don't call that pink'n'green stuff a cake.
I' dont call that sugarpaste a cake. Instantly I paid what I was asked for and left there without a glance.
it was, simply, horrible.