Yeah, because I want the option to put codeine in my slush.Uhh, they don't serve alcohol.
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Yeah, because I want the option to put codeine in my slush.Uhh, they don't serve alcohol.
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Yep and it was an epic fail. They demo’d the building in Waterloo…that sucker couldn’t have been open for more than a couple years.There was. Apparently it was owned by a different franchisee: From the article:
Cedar Rapids, Coralville and Waterloo all previously had Sonic locations, which were closed by their franchisee in 2012.
Is Ryan’s streak house still there?Davenport has two Sonics, a Cracker Barrel and a Golden Corral.
It is the Mecca of Bad Food for the Poors of Iowa.
Go Dirty D!
It is now a Jewish Temple.Is Ryan’s streak house still there?
And a thunder bay!Davenport has two Sonics, a Cracker Barrel and a Golden Corral.
It is the Mecca of Bad Food for the Poors of Iowa.
Go Dirty D!
Is Ryan’s streak house still there?
Now, I know that there is a lot of embellishment that occurs on this group and I am aware that a small number of things are perhaps sheer fabrication, but I have a story to tell that is the absolute truth. Funniest damn thing that has ever happened to me. A couple of weeks ago we decided to cruise out to Ryan's Steakhouse for dinner. It was a Wednesday night which means that macaroni and beef was on the hot bar, indeed the only night of the week that it is served. Wednesday night is also kid's night at Ryan's, complete with Dizzy the Clown wandering from table to table entertaining the little bastards. It may seem that the events about to be told have little connection to those two circumstances, but all will be clear in a moment. We went through the line and placed our orders for the all-you-can-eat hot bar then sat down as far away from the front of the restaurant as possible in order to keep the density of kids down a bit. Then I started my move to the hot bar. Plate after plate of macaroni and beef were consumed that evening, I tell you -- in all, four heaping plates of the pseudo-Italian ambrosia were shoved into my belly. I was sated. Perhaps a bit too much, however. I had not really been feeling well all day, what with a bit of gas and such. By the time I had eaten four overwhelmed plates of food, I was in real trouble. There was so much pressure on my diaphragm that I was having trouble breathing. At the same time, the downward pressure was building. At first, I thought it was only gas which could have been passed in batches right at the table without to much concern. Unfortunately, that was not to be. After a minute or so it was clear that I was dealing with explosive diarrhea. It's amazing how grease can make its way through your intestines far faster than the food which spawned the grease to begin with, but I digress... I got up from the table and made my way to the bathroom. Upon entering, I saw two sinks immediately inside the door, two urinals just to the right of the sinks, and two toilet stalls against the back wall. One of them was a handicapped bathroom. Now, normally I would have gone to the handicapped stall since I like to stretch out a bit when I take a good shit, but in this case, the door lock was broken and the only thing I hate worse than my wife telling me to stop cutting my toenails with a pair of diagonal wire cutters is having someone walk in on me while I am taking a shit. I went to the normal stall. In retrospect, I probably should have gone to the large, handicapped stall even though the door would not lock because that bit of time lost in making the stall switch proved to be a bit too long under the circumstances. By the time I had walked into the regular stall, the pressure on my ass was reaching Biblical proportions. I began "The Move." For those women who may be reading this, let me take a moment to explain "The Move." Men know exactly what their bowels are up to at any given second. And when the time comes to empty the cache, a sequence of physiological events occur that can not be stopped under any circumstances. There is a move men make that involves simultaneously approaching the toilet, beginning the body turn to position ones ass toward said toilet, hooking ones fingers into ones waistline, and pulling down the pants while beginning the squat at the same time. It is a very fluid motion that, when performed properly, results in the flawless expulsion of shit at the exact same second that ones ass is properly placed on the toilet seat. Done properly, it even assures that the choad is properly inserted into the front rim of the toilet in the event that the piss stream lets loose at the same time; it is truly a picture of coordination rivaling that of a skilled ballet dancer. I was about half-way into "The Move" when I looked down at the floor and saw a pile of vomit that had been previously expelled by one of those little bastards attending kids night; it was mounded up in the corner so I did not notice it when I had first walked into the stall. Normally, I would not have been bothered by such a thing, but I had eaten so much and the pressure upward was so intense, that I hit a rarely experienced gag reflex. And once that reflex started, combined with the intense pressure upward caused by the bloated stomach, four plates of macaroni and beef started coming up for a rematch. What happened next was so quick that the exact sequence of events are a bit fuzzy, but I will try to reconstruct them as best I can. In that moment of impending projectile vomiting, my attention was diverted from the goings-on at the other end. To put a freeze frame on the situation, I was half crotched down to the toilet, pants pulled down to my knees, with a load of vomit coming up my esophagus. Now, most of you know that vomiting takes precedence over shit no matter what is about to come slamming out of your ass. It is apparently an evolutionary thing since shitting will not kill you, but vomiting takes a presence of mind to accomplish so that you do not aspirate any food into the bronchial tubes and perhaps choke to death. My attention was thus diverted. At that very split second, my ass exploded in what can only be described as a wake...you know, as in a newspaper headline along the lines of "30,000 Killed In Wake of Typhoon Fifi" or something similar. In what seemed to be most suitably measured in cubic feet, an enormous plug of shit the consistency of thick mud with embedded pockets of greasy liquid came flying out of my ass. But remember, I was only half-way down on the toilet at that moment. The shit wave was of such force and of just such an angle in relation to the back curve of the toilet seat that it ricocheted off the back of the seat and slammed into the wall at an angle of incidence equal to the angle at which it initially hit the toilet seat. Then I sat down. |
High school Tenacious E is pouring out an endless chocolate fondue/waterfall in memory of all the pregame meals we ate there on Thursday nights before scouting the game at Brady Street stadium.It is now a Jewish Temple.
True story.
The CR location was knocked down at only a couple years old and a new Casey's put up despite having one a block away. Coralville became Dunkin' Donuts. That franchisee must have been a horrible manager to have all 3 go kaput within a couple year.Yep and it was an epic fail. They demo’d the building in Waterloo…that sucker couldn’t have been open for more than a couple years.
Like your mom.Sonic food is so bad they can't even make it look good in television ads. Like, watching the commercials, they show it, and my reaction is almost always "ewww."
It's all the same color and looks wet.
This building is just a front for the TGQCASC, which is more formally known as The Greater Quad Cities Anti Semite Coalition.It is now a Jewish Temple.
True story.
A good friend of mine was the Temple president during the purchase. According to him, they held onto the chocolate fountain after the closing!High school Tenacious E is pouring out an endless chocolate fondue/waterfall in memory of all the pregame meals we ate there on Thursday nights before scouting the game at Brady Street stadium.
I've got you beat or at least tied. The Godfathers pizza in Ames became a funeral home and crematorium haha. No fooling.It is now a Jewish Temple.
True story.
Same. It was a fine option, although the NLR location really gave you an odd cross section of society.When I lived in Arkansas Sonic was a very popular place, I believe it does pretty well throughout the South. When I was living in Indy Sonic opened one franchise on the Westside close to the track, It was actually a pretty good location, I don’t believe it stayed open more than 6 months.
I was talking to a guy about the Dill Burger a few days ago. Is that building Basta, now?Bring back The Dill Burger.
No Dill Burger was on First Ave in Iowa City, across from Playmor Lanes Maybe where the Wendy's is now? Or, was where the 1st Ave Club is now?I was talking to a guy about the Dill Burger a few days ago. Is that building Basta, now?
No, it was on Iowa Avenue in the late '80s. It replaced Burger Palace.No Dill Burger was on First Ave in Iowa City, across from Playmor Lanes Maybe where the Wendy's is now? Or, was where the 1st Ave Club is now?
Efficient re-use of the pizza ovens though.I've got you beat or at least tied. The Godfathers pizza in Ames became a funeral home and crematorium haha. No fooling.
You don't want this pizza.
If they send grandpa back to us and he has mushrooms on him, I'm sending that shit back.Efficient re-use of the pizza ovens though.
I thought Dill Burger was across the street from Rocky Rococo Pizza on 1st Ave.No, it was on Iowa Avenue in the late '80s. It replaced Burger Palace.