And to think I was so happy

So I think I posted too soon. See, it'd been a bit (December) since I'd been to Rebel Pizza when I wrote my review. Until now they were great. Let's just start from the basics..
They has an almost 50% increase in their cheese pizza prices. Now you have to wait for a $5 pizza, when you can walk into any Little Caesar's in town and get one hot and ready. Ok, I can deal with a wait, it's a better pizza and fresh. For this I am ok, though a little sad. So I call in my order before I leave work, like a good kid, get there a few minutes later (about 5, really) and pay. The guy on the phone said 15 minutes, so I'm cool. I chill, and I wait, and I watch. After the SECOND person that came in after me got their pizza, and by now it's almost 40 minutes since I called, with no "Hey dude, running behind, sorry" or a "Oh crap, sorry Mr. 6' 270lb hard to miss man, we forgot about you" I roll up to the counter. The lady looks at me, confused a second, and then remembers my name. She looks for the pizzas, and moves to two that have been sitting there for at least 10 minutes, both pepperoni. I called in a order for a cheese and a pepperoni, not a hard thing.

"Oh we're working on the cheese right now!" meaning, 'I'll give you this cold Pepperoni, and ha, oops.' Well, no, I have places to go. So I ask for my money back. She looks at me like I just slapped a midget. "Hold on a second," calls the next order up (I'm ok with this, dude's been waiting at least 20 minutes), and guess what?! His fries aren't ready! She runs out to put his fries in, and tells me, looks at me "You want just two pepperoni?" meaning 'Do you want these pepperoni pizza's that have been sitting here getting cold for now about 15 minutes?" I tell her no, I just want my money. "Well you'll have to wait. I need to get it signed for" what ever, I'll wait, more.

Interjecting: While I've been sitting here I've seen

• Cook wiping his mouth on the rag in his apron where he's wiping his hands off from the flour.
• Dude in the back scratching his nose and then putting food in boxes
• Old man in the back scratching his head and then handling food

Dude that was scratching his nose, during all this, asks if I needed help, girl interjects, says she's helping me. Finally old man comes, signs the note after she goes over the story in a condescending tone. I get my money and bail, 45 minutes after my initial call for an order I was told would take 15 minutes.

Now, these aren't the people I normally saw in there. We'd gone numerous nights of the week and saw the same people over and over, so maybe they've changed staff and what not, but as of now, I'm not going back. Between the bad hygiene habits and the crap-tastic service, why would I?

So, this is the first bad review of our loverly food blog, and I'm sad to say it's retracting a formally great review.

Hashing a Favorite

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Over all I think it was agreed that Hash House A Go Go would be something that needed multiple posts and opinions on, but after Rabbit's Rampages of Writing I think I need to play some catch up and express my undying love and adoration for this Urban Farm Food.

There is far too much food here. No, really. Every portion can pretty much feed two, if not a third. We've gone here, we being me, Rabbit, and my loverly girlfriend, at least three times, maybe more like four. The problem is eventually it all blurs into one big round of "OMFG I can't move, I eat too many."
Listing things off, I know we've tried

• HH Famous Meatloaf, roasted red peppers, fresh spinach and smoked mozzarella
• Andy's Sage Fried Chicken w/ maple reduction, 2 eggs, bacon mashed potatoes & biscuit
• Grilled portobello mushroom
• The Kokomo
• Hash House Quesadilla stuffed w/potatoes, jalapenos, eggs & tomato w/ chili cream

I wish I could remember everything, and I know I'm close. We've also had their breakfast drinks. They have a mimosa that is based of Aste' and Tangerine juice. Their bartenders mix a good drink. It's easy to get too much or not enough booze in a mimosa, especially first thing in the morning, but never has that happened yet. They hit it right on the money. I enjoy their Breakfast Martini, when I can get it. It's juices, and booze, and a cinnamon sugar rim. Ok it's a little foofy for my usual fare, but yeah first thing in the morning when you roll out of bed at 11:00am it's something that makes things better and right. It's sweet, and smooth, and has booze. what else is needed?! Good food.

Look above at those selections. I wish I could describe them all in their mouth watering evil fullness, but I can't, because I'm not verbose enough to give them adequate praise. The Quesadilla is a great breakfast treat. It's starch with a side of starch, and some eggs for good measure. It's well seasoned and FREAKING HUGE. If I haven't mentioned it yet (I think this is only the fourth time) their portions will make you ache. And it's worth it.

The Kokomo is a meatloaf sammich with mozzarella on milk bread. It's this monstrous sammich that comes on a large plate and stares at you, taunting you. The Portobello Mushroom burger is equally large, and almost good for you. These are both wonderful selections if you're not quite ready for breakfast, because it's lunch time when you get there like us.

The Chicken, eggs, and potatoes is a wonderful meal. The chicken breast had to be the Dolly Parton of Chicken's because it's ginormous. And there's this maple reduction that's drizzled along the plate that makes me gyrate my hips in anticipation. Ok for those of you that don't know (aka most of you at this point) I am a sucker for maple. It is my weakness. It's an addiction I keep in check by living in the Southwest so it's too expensive to live off of.

The meatloaf had to be a pound of meat. It's not like Mama cooked it, because Mama never cooked meatloaf this good. It's huge, and tasty, and goes really well between two slices of bread the next day at lunch because like everything else, I had left overs.

There is a downside to this now-chain of off the chain Twisted Tractor Treats. The service is always a bit slow. In their defense it's because we're always there when there are people eagerly and happily waiting upwards of an hour for a table in a town where you can walk five feet and probably find more food, but still, I get cranky waiting for drinks. At least the bar is fast. That makes a lot of things tolerable.

I haven't had a chance to do their dinner menu yet, but it's on my list of noms to try.

Something New

Kobold has been asking for us to try something new; Indian food. I'm not well-acquainted with such things and despite being fairly adventurous, I'm not the type of girl who will eat anything (ie: Kobold is excited about the prospect of trying some Norwegian/Icelandic rotting shark something-or-other.. aka: Hákarl ). Indian food is one of those things that I was sort of on the fence about. I say "was" because he convinced me to go to India Palace (menu/info here for you lovely readers)

It's once more Zagat rated and wonderful. At this point, I really ought to stop questioning him. We went with Ghryc on a Saturday evening and were pleasantly surprised, the place was quasi-busy but seated us right away. The service was impeccable and the prices are reasonable.

They do offer many appetizers, including a staggering assortment of Naan - but we skipped this in order to save room for the meal. They did bring us some complimentary naan (kind of like whole-grain water crackers.. funny-shaped) along with 3 different 'standard' sauces.... red, green and poo-colored. I can't tell you what they were, but the poo-colored was my favorite. It was sweet-ish, the green was more mild and the red was hot-sweet.

Kobold had the KEEMA Lamb, which doesn't necessarily LOOK super-appetizing but I assure you, as I did take a taste, it is amazing. A bit of a kick but not enough spice to deter my Midwestern tastebuds. Kobold decimated this meal in under 15 minutes but stated that he was happily full. The portions look small but added in with the Naan they bring at beginning, plus rice, it was a goodly amount of food.

Ghryc had the goat curry and, per usual, ordered it in "kill me please" hot. Even the waiter asked at least twice to make sure he wasn't just being boastful. He wasn't, and he was pleased with the outcome. It too looked a little...interesting in presentation, but also came in a portion that filled him up and he said it had good flavor and wasn't just "American hot" (ie: hot without any kind of good taste). Special note: the Goat does not come de-boned, so be careful.

I had the chicken Kabab, which comes on a chili's-esque cast iron skillet-dealie, in cahoots with onions, peppers, lemon wedges and an orange slice. It was very good -tasty like.. spicy (but not too spicy) chicken... "molded" FYI, means "squished around the stick so it looks like a sausage." Again, not something I had known about the presentation, but it was quite yum-tastic.

We were intrepid enough to try dessert, too. I initially wanted GAJJAR HALWA, but the waiter said they were out. Sad panda. I settled for KHEER, as I am a gigantic fan of saffron (ok, maybe an addict - it's hard to get saffron anywhere). It was very good, huge portion and came in a banana split boat. Hooray! Kobold had the RAS MALAI and I have to admit, it was good too, though I am generally not a fan of cheese in my deserts.