Best of 417 2010—Food

I would never eat Haruno's again. I do not understand how they win year after year. Our waitress was drunk, our sushi took 2 hours to get to us even though the resturant was not even 1/2 full. The manager was nice enough to give us our meal for free, but never again will I go there.

I love Haruno and have never had bad service. They must of been having an off night.

I have eaten at Haruno's about 8 times and have never had a bad experience. IF your review is accurate, something must have been wrong. I have never heard anything but positive remarks regarding Haruno.

Despondent, with heavy heart, I slink through the city seeking a source for my beloved scaloni.

An adorable blend of abalone and scallops lightly breaded and so incredibly yummy I drool in eager anticipation at the mere thought of masticating the delicacy though it has been at least 2-1/2 years when I was last in northern California where I knew of one source for a meal offering scaloni.

A mere nothing-special cafe in a small farming village of a few thousand souls and more apricot trees than humans thereabouts.

My cries of desire, of gustatory lust go unheeded hereabouts.

Also lacking is a local source for uncooked scaloni.

Nary a peek of lumpia, neither.

Another lack that wrenches at my innards is the lack of linguicia, particularly the cooked and crumbled akin to bacon bits consistency that is such an incredible pizza topping.

Far superior to the sliced linguicia the cooked/crumbled style results in a pizza non-pareil, heavenly, akin to an angelic chorus from on-high bellowing forth a hearty Hallelujah and Hosannah.

How long must I, the Mighty Obbop, star of neither stage nor screen, must continue to suffer this lack of the foodstuffs crying out for my cavernous maw?

I can live without the soft, warm, tender touch of a woman as I have for several years due to what too many American females have devolved into as some bizarre feminist mind-set overwhelms the charms they once held for me.

I can tolerate the loss of the well-paying jobs that have disappeared from the USA scene as corporate America has sent those jobs afar to ensure the ever-upward distribution of wealth to the few at the top of the socio-economic pyramid.

I can dwell within a tiny shanty and face a miserly existence in my looming old-relic Disgruntled Old Coot era but to do so with only mere memories of those three beloved lusted-for foods to sustain me; lumpia, scaloni and crumbled linguicia-topped pizza is heart rendering and leaves me saddened, down-trodden, left sobbing in my shanty a pale smudge of the critter I once was when those desired delicacies were once available.

Sniff.

Sigh........

I will never eat at Pan Pacific Grill at the Battlefied again.
The cook was dirty and they picked their nose. The cashier handle food without washing his hand after taking money and the waitress smell of smoke odor.

On the whole, while admittedly having only entered a small portion of the local eating establishments, I have been generally saddened by the over-all quality of food and underwhelmed by the lack of cleanliness within the various eating establishments.

Generally, the cleanliness or lack thereof is generally akin to what I have observed throughout the southern areas of the USA in the general areas east of the Mississippi and a few salient points that include areas to the west of that mighty river.

All the above is a generality, of course, with numerous observations of sub-far cleanliness standards witnessed in northern and western sections of the USA.

Sadly, some of the most dire lack of cleanliness standards were noted in California in areas where "immigrants" from the south had overwhelmed local folks.

So, things could be worse in the Springfield area but I can only wonder how long it will be until a severe outbreak of transmittable disease arrives then thrives hereabouts.

Disgruntled One: sounds like you in da witness protection program or sumptin. good luck wit dat hawt.