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Surly waitresses in support hose dole out heaping plates of charcoal BBQ chicken that is from the gods. When Grandma comes to the table, pointy black glasses perched on the tip of her nose, pencil in hand, don't waste her time. Just order the breast or thigh, fries or baked and lots of slaw, lots of sauce. 800 million calories included, 900 million if you get the coconut cream pie for dessert. And you will. Dude with the mullet and moustache in the next booth has been coming here since 1976 and the only thing that's changed is his shirt. Or not.
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