D & D Country Cooking

I used to go to this place when I was a high school kid. It’s really gone downhill. It used to be a tasty, clean hole in the wall. Today it is neither clean or tasty, and is too wrecked to be a hole in the wall and should be razed, burned with napalm, and have the ashes sealed under a pad of 3 feet of concrete. The ceiling has water damaged and droopy tiles. My corned beef hash came fried as a patty (dubya tee eff?). The pancakes might have been rubber props that they use in real estate open houses. The eggs were eggs. The coffee, I think it can be called that, was heavy with chicory. I’ve worked in corrections before and let me tell you that is the exact same cheaper than dollar store dreck that SC gives to our convicted murderers and rapists. Even then it was incredibly weak, so they they cut corners on top of having contempt for their customers by serving garbage. I’m seeing tons of old people that are regulars come in. They are either so decrepit that they can’t see the filthy dust bunnies under the shelf and sense taste. That or they are members of some secret underground culinary BDSM scene and are putting their palettes in a virtual St. Andrew cross and whipping the blood out of it with this «food». That’s just a kink I can’t dig.

If you love roaches, this is the place for you. While we were waiting to have our order taken a baby ran across the table in front of the waitress. She returned with a towel to scare him off, but I had already smashed him with the salt shaker.