Here’s the thing about this place. It may come calling because of it’s fairly trendy location, it’s dirt-cheap prices or the woman at the counter who embodies southern ebony, but unless you wanna drive like an old, Asian woman you shouldn’t eat here.

I was so full that even my driving was affected and I had quite a ways to go. There was a car full of 90 year-old, pacifist nuns screaming all kinds of satanic things at me. There was a bus full of retired driving instructors on their way to a conference on road rage riding my ass to hurry up. There was a human, limbless fucking torso of a man driving a special car with his mouth who almost got in a wreck because he felt the need to yell at my drag-ass driving.

The point is: unless you’ve got a home, apartment, bed, cot, hay-stack, drug-dealer or homeless shelter near by…take some of it to-go huh?

DID YOU KNOW? An old, Asian woman is like every bad driver rolled into one!