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The fact that the owners
of Burgers
& Cupcakes could even pull it together long enough to open a second
restaurant is almost beyond belief. A more disorganized bunch of nitwits
I've never encountered. Granted, the place is literally right next
door, and all they have to do is throw some cheese and pepperonis
and shit on top of some Boboli and toss it into and oven. It's funny
they went so literal with their other joint's name while making this
one sound like a hair care product, cologne or line of Cosby-like
sweaters. Regardless, I was still scared (and scarred) when I crossed
the Mitchel London threshold to get me a slice of brick oven pizza.
My fears were soon confirmed as I spied a few customer dudes standing
around looking bored and jingling change in their pockets. There was
also the secretary-type with the pinched face and tapping foot (complete
with the hands on the hips). Oh Jesus, this place sucks too. But I
was determined to order despite the general pissed-off air about the
place. Now there was a sign there that read "we have slices." More
accurately it should have read "We have a slice" because that's literally
what they had; one available slice of pepperoni pizza. Luckily that
was exactly what I was in the market for, so I snatched it. While
I stood there for the next 15 minutes waiting, jaw agape, for my one
slice to cook I watched the woman behind the counter botch a couple
orders, turn several people away asking for slices, and literally
have people waiting five minutes just to take their order. And this
is a to-go place with a few tables and a counter for those who want
to eat somewhere besides their desk for a change. After the bizarrely
long ait, I finally wgot my slice and sat at the small counter for
fear I would gnaw my own hand off from hunger. Part of me also wanted
to continue to watch the ordering debacle continue towards ultimate
white dwarf status. People continued to walk in, stand there for a
few minutes while the counter girl was in plain view doing whatever,
and then walking out. Meanwhile I munched on what was actually a decent
slice of brick oven pizza. Sure, it's not New York style, but sometimes
you need something a little lighter and complete with that great char
taste. After finishing my first I actually really wanted another.
Only two problems with that: they didn't have any more and I really
wanted to beat my first issue of the AARP magazine back to my house.
[MF]
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