I’ve often dreamed of opening a restaurant just to indulge people’s worst impulses: Huge burritos filled with nothing but sour cream and guacamole, sub sandwiches filled with triple-toppings and cheese without the customer even having to ask, steaming hot cups of milk and sugar without any bitter, nasty coffee – and of course, punch bowls full of nothing but shredded Parmesan cheese and a spoon.
I’ve often dreamed of opening a restaurant just to indulge people’s worst impulses: Huge burritos filled with nothing but sour cream and guacamole, sub sandwiches filled with triple-toppings and cheese without the customer even having to ask, steaming hot cups of milk and sugar without any bitter, nasty coffee – and of course, punch bowls full of nothing but shredded Parmesan cheese and a spoon.
OK, but what about the opposite, like a shot of coldbrew coffee, served almost frozen, with 300 mg of powdered caffeine?
“POW I just shit. my pants!”
Alright, that’s a start, but maybe we workshop the name a bit.
Funny how yall seem to like it shredded, I prefer half-transparent thin slices on a fat-fat piece of bread.
When you open up, can I come?
Also will there be a soft serve station?
Of course! Don’t know about soft serve necessarily, but we’ll definitely serve full bowls of sprinkles.