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Check the goddamn rhyme: on the block directly behind the apt. there stands an estabishment which rivals any and all restauranteuring in its grossnesses and cheapnesses. It is The City Super Buffet. It is a "Chinese Food" restaurant that flaunts any possible restrictions of that title.

Hell yes they have pizza.
Hell yes they have jello.
Hell yes they have me eating there for every single day of the rest of my life.

Below is my cellphone camera photo-essay of City Super Buffet:


Vats upon vats of deliciouses? Check.



Do tell sire, where might I find such delicacies of wonder? City Super Buffet, you say? Oh joy!



Oh right, and their beer is priced like it's the goddamn 1950's.

Try 'n stop me when I'm on my way to City Super.

Try. 'N. Stop. Me.

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tko

Slipslap! You ever been in a fight? With me? No, you haven't. But do you want to? The other night a guy wanted to.

I was out on the street at the eatery whereat I work, fetching cabs for jerks, yea? So I snag a cab and tell the driver to go down the driveway to where the jerks are at, and all of a sudden I hear "Yoooo what the fuck!? That was our cab!!"

So I yells "Sorry, I'm just doing my job!"





Not end of story. I turns around and coming at me is this burly nerd-type feller with one heck of a grizzly beard. Uhoh.

Quoth the nerdling, all hopped-up on some righteousness, or the stuff that maketh man: "Oh yea? Does doing your job involve starting fights?!"

Trop clever, I thought, I sense some hostility. So I was all: "Uhh, I wasn't trying to start a fight with you, you nerd--nice corduroy blazer and--inernet-based cartoon-emblazoned--t-shirt ensemble." (italics, my inner jerkalogue)

Then, his 'probably impressed by such manliness' girlfriend comes roaring out of the background, screaming at me in spanglish, all sassy-like. At that point, I was nearing the end of a 14-hour shift, so I indulged this strangely-paired couple, instead of just, you know, squashing it.



"Honestly? Do you really think I want to be out here on the street hailing cabs for people? Really. Do you think that I am personally getting anything out of taking your cab?" (All sadish-angry-like.)

Then, of course, another cab pulled up, so I gave 'em the old 'right this way, your majesty' bow and hand-over-hand swirl. I walked away. In my ears were half-hearted nerd apologies, and the sound of large tears hitting the lapel of my tablecloth-materialed blazer.

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