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Yeah, this really weird person insisted on me taking his picture at Gino's. What is up with those glasses?
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On Saturday night I went to the original Patsy's on 1st Ave near 117th Street. It was quite a good pizza, and only $1.75 a slice!
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After eating 4 slices of pizza I generally enjoy eating the chicken strip basket at Popeye's, so eat it I did. Listen to this, though: the Popeye's associate asked me what kind of sauce I wanted and I asked if I could have a side of gravy, and she said "NO." So I, in turn, said "Excuse me, but this is not the service I have come to expect from Popeye's. Please give me the damned gravy!" Actually, this is what I said: "Oh, oh, um, ok, I'll have honey mustard. Thank you."