more ill shit

the sunburnt cow.
in the east village.
i dare not put the whole address cuz i want to save you from this madness which calls itself a restaurant.

1. the back room is a cave. how appetizing.

2. the seating was filthy. crumbs and unrecognizable debri everywhere. i didnt know if i was brushing off pieces of food or cockroach body parts.

3. the menu is so confusing that the waiter has to explain it to you...in an australian accent:"so. the meal is $16 bucks and three courses. you pick 1 thing from this section. 1 thing from either this section or this section. and for dessert, it's not on the menu. you just worry about that later."

4. the appetizer i chose was calamari. nobody told me it was going to have diced KIWI in it. yes, little diced size pieces of KIWI mixed in with my prepackaged frozen calamari and served with some kind of MAYO. calamari/kiwi/mayo. YUM!

5. my burger. oh man. my burger. the actual beef patty in there was actually OK. too bad it was surrounded by something that was impersonating an egg. some bacon because everything taste better with bacon. a pineapple that i assume is from a can which i quickly disposed of. and a fucking BEET. KILL ME NOW. so, i don't have to talk about the dessert.

BONG BONG!!!

PEACE!