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Bewertung
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Our funeral dinner. I should note, we hadn't just attended a funeral, it's just the last time I will ever patron The Jolly Pumpkin. I could outline our seat directly across from the restroom, which people would wait in front of our table, in a line, while we ate our meal with coufs of urinal cake consistently impeding our noses, but that's a side note. No longer do they have liquor. Their salmon patties straight from ciscos. My daughter's chicken tenders meal not possible to chew, like seriously (although she has most of her adult teeth) she tried. The bill, was a bill. The meal, was a reminder of what it's like to worry about food poisoning. The ranch dressing was very warm, which is scary. The life of the jolly pumpkin is over. I mourn what is left of my memory of it.