There’s something metaphorical about an American restaurant where the customers (and I’m talking specifically about the types of people who voluntarily go to a place like this) get to “feel safe” because the waitstaff all have guns, but the food safety standards are so bad that multiple people get sick eating there
There’s something metaphorical about an American restaurant where the customers (and I’m talking specifically about the types of people who voluntarily go to a place like this) get to “feel safe” because the waitstaff all have guns, but the food safety standards are so bad that multiple people get sick eating there
There’s a sign shop called “Micro Plastics” down the road lol
Both these places' names sound like bad GTA jokes