Last thursday I went and got some grub with a giraffe. She suggested a diner she liked and considering she was driving we went there.We snag a booth and unfold the menu...... and bizzarley we got this....
But first my chowder. I usually don’t like Manhattan clam chowder but this night I was craving
But then from the brinks of despair, my shining light. The Monte Cristo. This by far the best Monte Cristo I have ever had in my life. The challa returned in French toast form. It was so moist, so creamy. The slightest hint of cinnamon, and vanilla. Now top that slice of amazing with, some tender turkey, smoked ham and a really nice blanket of Swiss cheese. I was in heaven, my god I am drooling right now. The way a Monte Cristo should be!
Now that scoop on my plate isn’t ice cream, its potato salad. Ice cold lumpy potato salad. I am not a fan of it in the slightest. It’s not fair for me to judge it, I just don’t like it.
This was my first really bad review, the saving grace was the Monte Cristo but everything else was pretty bad. Me and the Giraffe left satisfied, but not exactly pleased with the experience.
Now that scoop on my plate isn’t ice cream, its potato salad. Ice cold lumpy potato salad. I am not a fan of it in the slightest. It’s not fair for me to judge it, I just don’t like it.
This was my first really bad review, the saving grace was the Monte Cristo but everything else was pretty bad. Me and the Giraffe left satisfied, but not exactly pleased with the experience.
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