The first thing you should know is that everything really is fried. It really is the restaurant no one goes to, and the crowd of people inside (Jesus Mary is it really 1 PM already?) are all paid actors, but not well paid. At least that's what you hope, but there is really no way to describe the looks of dread and suspicion on the faces of those inside, you wouldn't ever have wanted to see a movie it could be compared to, it's just a straight anteroom to hell.
jesus everything is so expensive, no one will approve when the government bails out Long John Silvers. There are balloons, from a child's birthday party maybe, and the plaque board long ago stopped caring who the employee of the month is, or what month it is. The counter is high and the soda is behind the barricade and the servers are cruel like nurses.
You've earned yourself a walk home today, young man. You're already losing it a little bit, but Long Johns is the place you go to help you realize how easy it would be to go insane again. It was a mistake too, only so many more of them before those New Year's resolutions. Long John Silvers is like the terrible relationship that makes you wish you'd tried a little harder with the love of your life, which is in this case is right across the street, has pretty good coffee, and a newspaper stand. Your bag will get soaked on the way home, and as you walk you'll want to see sea shanties but the rain still sticks to your face.
ATMOSPHERE: F
FOOD: C
1 comment:
She said I know I look tired, but everything's fried here in...Long John Silvers.
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