Pete
Repete
Don't hold back, Pete; tell us how you really feel.
Aside from my quoted reasons Vrai is right. I detested it because it was a revolting excuse for a food place that I cannot understand why the health department allowed them to stay open.
First they herd you through like a bunch of retarded cows to the trough. When we finally found a table that wasn't piled 2 feet deep with gnawed pizza bones, crumpled napkins, random pizza toppings that fell from the cardboard like crust, a few dozen glasses with greasy straws, we sat down and looked at Satan's bounty we had pried off the trays under the heat lamps.
Within a few minutes the biggest window licker who ever cheated an employer out of minimum wage appeared with a 35 gallon rolling trash can. He approached and positioned it about 18 inches to my right when he tipped it ever so slightly and with his arm..........YES with his bare arm he raked the redneck trailer park carnage left behind by the previous "diners" into the receptacle. Of course the rolling receptacle overflowed and Mr. Dumbass kicked it ever so gracefully under the table which already resembled the area under bleachers after a football game. Then he left the trash barrel filled with gnawed pizza bones, soiled napkins, and other discarded food products sitting there a mere 18 inches from us while we tried to choke down our pizza-like products and took a break. I assume it was a break because he disappeared and never came back.
We left and returned home where Boy promptly announced "I don't feel so good" and hurled off the back deck.