Some sort of burger place. My burger was “delayed” so they gave me the sides I’d already ordered and paid for “on the house”.
Crumbs on a Scando table.
The cutlery cup has two knives and no forks. One of the sides was broccoli. The knives were probably for the crusty roll wishing it was a burger bun.
The food was OK.
The food was OK.
Noodle soup.
The Food was OK.
People often say “the food isn’t as bad as it used to be” but also people will eat just about anything and they get less picky about what anything is as time passes.
Big window.
There’s a certain type of hunger that only comes from physical exertion. Another that only comes from queuing a long time for food. Both are eerily absent here. I had a pie and a KitKat because fuck it.
The food was OK.
What?
But it’s OK. I wasn’t in it for the Kransky. What raised my eyebrow was the inconsistency. Aka Surprise. Aka outright lies.
If it’s not available after 11 then maybe stop calling it “all-day”. Don’t pretend to be something you’re not Burning Log. You’ve violated my trust. I want retribution. My meatball dropped. LITERALLY.
The food was OK.
You have to stop somewhere. Preferably not in Goulburn but life can be funny like that. Or something.
The Paragon Cafe.
I had number 88.
The number 88 has special significance for me because I notice it a lot.
I’d list all the 88s from my life but that’d kill the mystery so instead I’ll keep left swiping the other stupid ideas in my head until I find one that’s so shallow that it’s a mirror. That’s the one I’ll indulge. Swipe right. Pace pace, lead lead.
Sometimes I wake up at 5am for no reason. That didn’t happen today and I was wondering all day what the reason for that was. Now I know. There’s the 88. Staring back at me like my destiny. Swipe right.
The food was OK.
I wasn’t even hungry so… evs burger.
The food was OK.
Nashville hot chicken is chicken breaded, deep fried and covered with cayenne pepper served atop white bread with pickles. Chicken is a type of poultry. Cayenne pepper has a Scoville rating of about 50,000. A pickle is achieved by anaerobic fermentation of a cucumber in brine, or immersion in vinegar. White bread is produced from wheat flour made after removing the germ and bran from wheatberries. Atop means the chicken was literally placed on top of the bread. When serving, not preparing. That would be dangerous. I don’t know why it’s called Nashville hot chicken but probably it’s popular in Nashville.
I ate Nashville hot chicken at Howlin’ Jays.
After I had finished a guy came up to my table, introduced himself and sat down. For a minute I thought I might get a free beer but then he asked if I was the manager and I said no. If I was the manager I could have all the free beers I wanted anyway so why would I want to talk to him?
The food was OK.
The Food was OK 