Olivia B.
Yelp
WT-B-F?
No.
This is one of the closest commercial spots to my home. Been in and out here for as long as this spot has been open. And, yeah, still...I wouldn't eat anything not commercially prepped and sealed. Really. Seriously high heebie-jeebies coefficient.
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So ends my original, unedited review.
ETA: DO GIRD LOINS, I've just uploaded the visual of my scant conversation with Richard B., who seems pretty cranky that women can choose (at least on these interwebs) not to communicate with him further (without his permission), without additional worry to their physical safety. (Since my (unedited) review was more than a year prior to his, I'm even more puzzled as to his real motive...)
Regardless of his entirely offensive initial message OOTB, to a stranger, which accused me of drug use, I do think it's precious (Did I say precious? I meant DSM-worthy.) that he thinks I absolutely must listen to him and care what he thinks (again, out of the blue) and alter my opinions (regardless of how well-founded they may be or have been when the review was written [more than a year before his single visit to a place over a hundred miles away from his home that is literally one of the closest places to see another human being from my home]), or face his abuse and name-calling. What's the emoticon for an eye roll, again???
BTW (though I have no doubt that someone behaving in this manner will plead the dumbs): CREEPY AS HELL (and dismissive, besides) TO CALL AN ACTUAL HUMAN BEING a "CREATURE." I'm not a creature, thanks, I'm a person. An actual, whole, human being...with both human and civil rights and opinions. That last one (though really, despite what some pols would have you think, ONLY that last one) can even be different from a man's ones. Who knew? Clearly not Richard.