Ah, Friday. It's just like Thursday, but busier. And Thursday is a lot like Wednesday, but with more service, and Wednesday is a gruelling uphill slog to complete tasks, which makes it a lot like Tuesday, only indoors, which reminds us of Monday because time is a closed loop and we are here to do naught but suffer until our sins are cleansed and we can be released from the Wheel to finally cease existing in a moebius strip of eternal suffering, subpar dinner options, and targeted adverts.
All specials are hot (or cold) and ready to go, not in the sense that they are pre-made and waiting but in the sense that they are "hot" as in "ready to be prepared when you order them" which you can watch me do like some sort of trained monkey in a red-lit cage, albeit one with a nice new non-slip floor. Scroll down for the full list.
12pm-9pm, people. That's your window. Aim true.
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