5/5 Ash J. 1 year ago on Google
I
am
so
baffled
by
the
excellence
of
this
fine
local
establishment
that
I
felt
compelled
-
nay,
required
by
civic
duty
-
to
leave
an
unsolicited
and
entirely
truthful
retelling
of
my
experience.
It
all
started
with
the
first
impression.
Upon
pulling
into
the
parking
lot,
I
found
ample
available
handicapped
parking
for
my
lifted
pickup
truck.
There
were
two
adjoining
parking
spots
I
was
able
to
park
my
rolling
superiority
complex
in.
After
descending
from
my
diesel
throne,
I
walked
inside.
I
was
greeted
graciously
by
a
young
lady
gleaming
with
charm
and
southern
hospitality.
This
place
has
just
the
right
atmosphere.
The
black
drop
ceilings,
family-style
wall
collage,
tables
of
varying
heights,
and
the
ambiance
of
a
ringing
jukebox.
Truly
inspired.
I'm
a
plus-sized
man,
as
in
no
less
than
two
men
summed
up
in
a
shared
skin
suit,
and
I
still
found
that
the
chairs
were
wide
enough
to
nearly
fit
both
cheeks!
Then,
the
service.
My
god,
the
service.
The
waitress
approached,
a
freckled
angel
descended
from
above,
who
was
so
funny
you'd
think
she
has
a
future
in
stand-up.
A
little
flirtatious
though.
And
she
meant
it.
I
know
she
meant
every
bit
of
it.
I
saved
the
receipt
so
I'll
never
forget
her
name
-
Hailey.
No
matter
how
fast
I
slurped,
Hailey
never
let
my
Coke
run
dry.
So
observant.
She
was
quick
of
foot,
sharp
of
wit,
and
dextrous
of
balance
as
she
carried
the
many
paper-lined
baskets
on
which
my
food
was
so
artfully
presented.
Hailey's
recommendations
were
also
delightfully
insightful.
I
adored
her
service
and
will
certainly
request
to
sit
with
her
every
visit
just
to
absorb
the
joyous
youthful
aura
of
her
presence
in
the
most
respectful
way
most
older
men
do.
Now
the
food.
I
ordered
the
fried
pickles,
hot
wings,
and
piggy
burger
with
extra
bacon.
Let
me
just
say,
if
you
like
your
food
brown,
this
is
the
place
for
you!
The
pickles
were
lusciously
fried,
the
hot
wings
will
have
you
visiting
the
old
house
down
the
lane,
and
the
burger
was
fattiest
thing
I've
experienced
outside
of
my
pulmonologist's
office.
I
can't
wait
to
try
the
remainder
of
the
menu
next
week.
Back
to
those
hot
wings.
So
spicy.
I
can
attest
to
the
cleanliness
(at
least
at
the
beginning)
of
their
facilities.
High
marks
for
their
dedication
to
maintaining
such
an
orderly
privy.
And
I
apologize
to
whomever
those
hot
wings
generated
additional
labor
for.
In
closing,
this
is
my
new
favorite
establishment
in
the
area.
Drive
past
everywhere
else
and
pay
The
Hill
a
visit.
I
know
I'll
be
back.
A
lot.
And
Hailey,
if
you're
reading
this,
I'd
suck
you
up
like
a
hapless
pigeon
into
a
jet
engine,
leaving
behind
nothing
but
feathers
and
confusion.