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We've walked by this
joint a thousand times. To be honest, we walked by it not only because
the name is completely retarded, but also because it's so damn small
we didn't even see it. It's so small we thought it was the doorway
for the apartments upstairs. Fortunately, it was the only uncrowded
place to grab a bite at midnight while we staggered down Amsterdam.
Fortunately, nothing satisfies like a plate full of chips and cheese
(or a tortilla filled with cheese) when you're hankering for some
salt to go with your beer. And they have the beer too! And margaritas!
I can't imagine the sentence "Hey, let's meet for dinner at Yippie
Yi Yo" ever emanating from my cranium, but you could do worse
for a surprise drop-in--I suppose. We have no idea if there is ever
anybody in this joint, but they were desperate enough for customers
to let us drunk idiots completely over-stay our welcome and torture
the poor waitress well after closing. Don't worry, we tipped well.
[MF]
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