Mike K.
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After a long day exploring the area, we were looking for good food options near the museum so we were eager to see what the fuss was about. Walking in. I was thinking I was about to fuel my brain with some culture while enjoying the museum. Boy was I wrong. Buckle your seatbelt folks. First, the prices. $4 for a can of water? I expected a gold tooth from T-Rex to be included in the can. We paid $8 for two cans of water. Must be those “minerals added” that spikes up the price. Oh, they also weight the plates and charge per pound so be cautious. Throw in a few pieces of pineapple and call your bank to transfer from your emergency savings. The line was long and confusing. Multiple arrows in multiple directions, no guidance, etc. It felt like my first day of high school all over again. Condiments, however, were a shining beacon in the darkness. The ketchup packets were like tiny sachets of joy in a desert of disappointment. I slathered them on like they were gold dust, because honestly, without them, the food would have probably tried to eat me first. Regardless of that, I am sure my bathroom will be very unhappy after this meal. Just bring a sandwich and water from home and save yourself the existential trauma. A diaper just in case would probably also be beneficial. Actually, just bring a full “museum cafe rescue kit with you to be safe”. But actually that probably won’t be too helpful so just accept your fate and get through it lime a warrior. 😍