Kevin N.
Yelp
I guess this is one of those instances where the phrase "your mileage may vary" comes into play. Seems like I've been spending lots of time lately in various Thundercloud locations, and I'm happy to say that while this location isn't my absolute fave, I've eaten here enough to pass on what for me has been a predominantly happy vibe.
Agreed that there are pseudo-emo staff at these places, but seems like I usually end up with nice ones; the dude that made my sandwich today was extra friendly, almost perky, even, which you might think would conflict with the Emo Credo. The guy actually made my day a little bit better. Case in point, the barrell-chested cowboy next to me was loudly talking on his Yugo-sized cellphone without a care in the world: holding up his sandwich maker, the people in line behind him and so on. And when my phone rang, it didn't occur to me at the time that what the cowboy was doing was an imposition...I was focused on my sandwich. So I asked the caller to call me back. It went a little like this:
- Scene Opens -
(Crowded restaurant. Long queue of potential diners patiently wait. Team of four or so sandwich makers bustle about. A giant cowboy yammers away on his cell phone from the year 1992. The place is bustling, slightly uncomfortable. Cowboy is jamming up the juju.)
THUNDERCLOUD GUY: Hey there, man! What can I get you?
KEVIN: I'll have a large turkey sandwich.
THUNDERCLOUD GUY: Awesome. (making sandwich)
KEVIN'S Phone rings.
KEVIN: (answering quickly) Hey, I'm in line at Thundercloud, can I call you back?
THUNDERCLOUD GUY: Dude, you are AWESOME. (Glares at cowboy) Not everyone is like that.
KEVIN: That's how "accidents" happen.
THUNDERCLOUD GUY: That's how "incidents" happen.
- End Scene -
For the record, my sandwich was groovy.