Blowing Chunks, Part 2
Naturally it was too late when we walked over. Otterman and I had just finished our lunch and we were heading round the bend to grab our drinks.
It's about time.True enough, the area where the huge extractor fan was blowing down on, smelled of fried chicken. After a month of construction and furtive glances by enthusiastic foodies, the staff at Megabites were dishing out plates to the hungry lunch crowd.
Watching people crowd inside the new establishment, we stepped in to check the place out ourselves.In between the choking, I interviewed some of the early birds and received fairly feedback along with a recommendation to a return visit. It was an off the cuff interview as we walked through the cafe.
Perhaps that was beginners' delusion and people here were full of want for something new. But Otterman had taken a quick glance of the menu before wandered outside to inspect a new display that had been put up by our organization.
On the way back, I offered a first tea-time crack. However that was postponed when a box of tasty muffins landed on my table. Otterman was waylaid by a meeting.
On the way back, I offered a first tea-time crack. However that was postponed when a box of tasty muffins landed on my table. Otterman was waylaid by a meeting.
As long as there is an extractor fan blowing chunks, there will always be another empty stomach waiting in line.
posted by Teutoburg @ 10:54 PM
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