Served on appropriate dishes; silverware included. Waiter has a lazy eye, so don't mention it or let on that you're aware of it.
An extremely difficult to eat item that is served with brown sugar carrots, florets of Saltine and your choice* of potato.
*All potatoes are baked, but you can choose which one you want from the cart.
Locally sourced leftovers are mushed together with ketchup, flour and a smidgen of care. We flatten this unique slurry across a cookie sheet, and bake until crisp. We slice it, run the sections through a paper shredder, then serve the strips over a raw egg. Lastly, Chef Keith drizzles his prescription stomach medicine (a bold and interesting take on cherry flavor) across the top.
A favorite in countries where they still cane people.
These other items await you like a gathering of sullen prisoners.
This is not a real item.
A trusted and hardworking farm animal offers one last gift: itself. Served room temperature. Nurses are standing by.
Despite their wistful and poetic name, these birds are dicks. So we find a fat one, hammer its head in, pull out the feathers and guts, and deep fry it, insulting it the whole time. Served with greenish beans, and Grandma's undercooked cornbread. It's terrible.