We had plans to go kayaking today but with the rain coming down and the persistent chill we elected to go see a movie instead. Afterwards we made a few stops and then, as we were running out of time we hurried to grab a bit to eat.
Where?
At the restaurant equivalent of a public restroom.
What restaurant is this you ask?
Cici's Pizza.
Once again, I was reminded you get what you pay for. We chose it because others have recommended it to us, it was low-priced (usually nice after all one's errands consist of shopping) and it was buffet style--which meant no long waits.
It was dirty--food, utensils and garbage were everywhere. Dropped on the floors. Spilled on the tables. Scattered over the buffets. The first five forks I pulled out of the bin were dirty and/or greasy.
It was crowded--in an unruly-the-masses-are-milling-about sort of way. Any attempt to get up and move across the room was an exercise in agility. It reminded both of us of a junior high school cafeteria.
I could keep going..but I'll spare everyone. Suffice to say we won't be going back.
Ever.
