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I admit it. I picked out the Inferno Cantina for lunch solely because of its name. I really did expect to walk in the doors and find the poet Virgil waiting to guide me through nine circles of, well, lunch.
Apparently, Virgil had the afternoon off, however, and we were left to guide ourselves. [cont…]
When our first pick for lunch turned out to be closed, we took a look around and saw two restaurants. One had a full parking lot of cars in front of it, while the other looked like it, too, might be closed. We picked the restaurant less visited…and it made all the difference. [cont…]
If you’re going to get breakfast in Midvale, you might as well go to the Midvale Mining Company. There is an abominable dearth of breakfast eaters in this world, with the masses switching to nutricious yogurt “drinks” and fortifide granola like bars in lieu of the traditional breakfast.
You know what I’m talking about–you ran out of the house this morning with one of them in your hand (if you ate anything at all), and you let the hash-browns, pancakes, oat mill, cereal, waffles, fruit, bacon, sausage, orange juice, and a myriad of other God-given gifts on the table, cupboards and fridge. Because seriously–what is a morning if it doesn’t include at least a pound of bacon grease? [cont…]
Seated quickly, our waitress was quick to serve our drinks, speedy to refill them, and prompt with our orders. I cannot make one complaint about the service.
Heck, even the food was good (if you like raw fish). Add enough soy sauce and wasabi, and raw fish is the last thing you notice…primarily because your nose is running. [cont…]
How many ways to can I tell you I loved it? Let me repeat PEPPERONI AND BACON. I will be a patron to this place till the day I die (or they close, or my office moves…). Dripping with stretchy, yummy cheese, sizzling with grease from the slightly concave pepperoni, the glistening sausage, miniature meatballs, and crumbled bacon, the crust crispy and fresh,… [cont…]
Frankly, if you’re out in Magna, it’d be a waste to skip a stop by The Pizza Stop.
I’ll make this simple: order the combo pizza. Heaped with mushrooms, peppers, pepperoni, and olives, I looked hesitently on my first bite. I mean–who puts vegetables and fungi on a good pizza?
It took all of one bit to convince myself that the choice was a good one. [cont…]
Best Burger is a little joint in North Salt Lake that’s pinned between a Taco Time and a Wendy’s. On my way to a meeting, I was short on time and short on fuel, and fast food was all I could see…until I rounded the building and saw Best Burger. And who wouldn’t want to eat the “best” burger?
Two observations, then:
1. I’m on diet, and that means no more fries, less bacon and onion rings (among other things), and fewer burgers. In general, fewer things that are naturally delicious. So this meal was “just” a burger. [cont…]
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