May 21, 2004

Haught and Greasy

I found a new place to add to my list of establishments that need to be burned down. That's right. Another store has pissed me off like Smart Alec's and Rexall and that store is Gypsy's. Let me explain why.

Sunday night, the night before my bio final, I was at the library studying for a long time. On my return home, anticipating a mediocre meal a la Cal Dining, I arrived at Crossroads only to find it flooded. What the hell! How does shit like this always happen whenever I need something! Moreover, how does a place like Crossroads get flooded? There was no rain! No flash flood! No tsunami! So how?! Inexplicable. Anyway, distraught but not defeated, a decision was reluctantly made to go to Gypsy's. Upon arriving at Gypsy's, we found the place packed (probably with people denied from Crossroads)! I ordered my usual - sausage CalZone. Order number 67. Approximately an hour later, after they have called order 92, I approached one of the guys behind the counter reluctantly. Let me just say, I'm not confrontational - I don't like fighting with people about little stuff like food. But this was outta control. And moreover, I was hungry! What I expected was an apology. What I got was a haughty remark about how they were busy.

WHAT!? So suddenly Gypsy's thinks they're Cheesecake Factory, huh? Well I got news for you, assholes! You're not! You're a step above the likes of La Burrita, Blondie's, and IB Hoagies, and not even that large of a step! You barely pull off charging more than $5 for a meal. I don't give a damn if you were voted the number one Italian restaurant by the Daily Cal! You're about as Italian as Naan & Curry is Indian! Worse, after waiting over an hour for my calzone, and finally getting home around ten (having arrived at Crossroads around 8:30pm), I cut open my calzone, only to discover I have come across another oil reserve. Grease gushed out by the wayside! It wouldn't stop. Soon the entire box was soaked. Gross! Worse, it wasn't even cooked! I didn't get rich upon my discovery though of oil. Just ill. Very ill. The next morning at my bio final, after about 2 hours, I had wrapped up the test and was looking it over, when I felt really nauseous. It was of course the disgusting Gypsy's food reacting in my stomach! For a few minutes, I tried to bear with it, but after a while, I couldn't. I turned in the test and bounced. If I don't do well, I know who to blame!

The rest of finals have been going all right. Three done and one to go, and then I can get the hell out of Berkeley for a while! I need a break from this disgusting food! Del Taco, here I come!