Write a short,over-the-top rave review of the restaurant nearest your house. Could be McDonalds or Trio. But it must be the closest, your entry must be no more than three grafs, and it must demonstrate conclusively that the restaurant is better than Alain Ducasse.
Lucky me. Let me describe WD40:
You can find WD40 on the first floor the Speedway filling station on Route 59. The high-concept design, aisles of motor oil and automotive parts, is a witty commentary fondly alluding to the background of GM Samir Jamsatjee. He has never forgotten his early influences when he owned every gas station within twenty miles. And he has learned much from the philosophy of Craft: Every diner asssembles his own meal. To sit at the chef's table, next to the lottery machine, is to truly appreciate the genius of the man. Plus, every diner nukes his own selection to order.
I chose the hors d'oeuvres from the Morrow's Nut machine: freshly roasted cashews, presented in their own paper bag. The chef swears The French Laundry's cornets are a direct swipe. My companion felt that the popcorn lacked sublety, but at 49 cents a bag, it was good value. I chose the fusion jalapeno hot dog with saurkraut as my plat principal, my companion raved about his reheated sausage and egg sandwich. The palate cleansing sorbets, which were offered in six flavors, have been renamed Sno Cones, probably due to the current widespread midwestern Francophobia .
Talented pastrychef Little Debbie, did not disappoint. We shared her signature desserts: Swiss Roll Cakes and the divine Zebra Cakes. A sixty-four ounce hazelnut cappucino paired brilliantly with the desserts.
Washrooms: First Floor Accessible.
Deadline: Midnight May 11th. In a time zone of your choice.
Edited for the stuff I forgot the first time.
Edited by maggiethecat, 04 May 2003 - 09:07 PM.
