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I can’t even tell you
how many chicken rolls I've had over the course of my lifetime, but
suffice it to say it's a shit-ton. Though never in my long history
with the roll have I experienced one so corpulent, so full of matter
as the one at Red Stone. The thing was like the size of a Nerf football
and as heavy as a shot put and had more cheese than an entire fleet
of pizzas. After pulling out two pounds of the gooey stuff, I was
left with something relatively tasty, but still overwhelmingly monstrous.
Now I'm not gonna complain about getting more food for my money, but
at some point one crosses over into absurdity. The restaurant itself
has a nice, clean, modern design and approach going on in the world
of mostly pizza, but also soups and sandwiches like many who deal
in midtown lunch. It certainly beats the atmosphere of the greasy
windowed, green plywood boothed, neon signed pizza joints around the
city. They're like the Target of pizza places. It's the same shit
you'd find at any other place, but they put it in a nice package and
sell it. My only complaint, aside from the stomach pains, was that
the little sauce containers are a little too small, especially for
that behemoth roll, and not at all convenient for dipping. [MF]
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