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Amazing, Kelly McGillis
is nowhere to be found in this 8th Avenue establishment. This joint
is about as Amish as I am, and about half as tasty. A couple co-workers
of mine swear by the place, but it seems more like an inflated bodega
than anything else. The fancy wood and clean display cases not withstanding,
the joint has relatively uninspiring pre-made sandwiches, a salad
bar and a bunch of other stuff that is essentially cooked ahead of
time and then reheated for your consumption. Honestly, if I wanted
leftovers, I'd take some of the moldy pizza out of my own fridge and
nuke it back to life. The real bonanza here is the "free" bottle of
water you get with your meal, which we once found to have a Continental
Airlines label on it, but is more often filled with tap water from
the mop sink in the back room and affixed with a label with an Amish
horse and buggy on it. By the way, any time a place claims to be giving
you something for nothing, they are, in fact, just building it into
the price by charging you more for the non-free shit. [MF]
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