I came here to relax after attending some questionable acting courses across the street in the lavish blue building.A disheveled looking man doing sidewalk chalk kept calling me a r*pe supporter when he saw me walking into the sidewalk tent. As soon as I crossed the barrier I could feel a huge lingering cloud of cigarette smoke crawl up my nose but it all made sense when I saw a couple smoking in the tent by the corner. Once my wife and I sat down we got some nice strong drinks and after 50 minutes we finally got our food.I’m 75% sure the Burrata gave me some severe digestive issues but at least I wasn’t drugged and r*aped here by Danny Masterson. Only to have the owner and Scientology defend him in court for years. At least my dog wasn’t poisoned by hired goons to discourage me from testifying. I did enjoy the Pouebelle styled burger once it finally came out. It’s hard to get a good frozen patty.
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