Day 24 - Morrisville Cafe

Today's attendees were D'Oregano, Solo, Skellars, Gregory and Chuk. What is there to say about Morrisville Cafe? I wasn't quite sure what to write, so I did a search for their website. I swear I think I heard Google's servers laughing when I hit enter. As if I had to tell you, they don't have one. A few interesting things were found in the results, however. My favorite was this description from a page titled, "Raleigh Area Restaurants Trapped in Time":

A cinderblock bunker next to the railroad tracks, happy to fry up a lunch for you and sell you a tall-boy Budweiser too. There are also videogames and pool tables to take your mind off of your Research Triangle job.

Now, I didn't see beer, but I did see beer signs. Also, the videogames and pool tables must be gone or they're covered in old Elvis plates and authentic 70's sweaters for sale. One interesting note about the signs. We noticed that despite this place being really old (really old) the NASCAR signs were all from 2008. The ambiance is exhilarating.

On to the food. We all had burgers. Allen tried to order a pork chop sandwich. It wasn't defrosted. So he tried the BBQ. Same story. He relented and went burger. They arrive on a plate just a smidgen bigger than the burger itself which is about as basic as it gets. Oh, and the fries, they come AFTER the burger. Everything is delivered serially. The food isn't bad (Reg would disagree) but it's just, well, normal and plain. And frankly, it's not good, either. There's nothing special or unique about it.

Something to note is that the sweet, older lady that has been the short order cook the last few times we were there, was absent. Her husband, we assumed, doesn't have the charm that she did. There was one improvement. No longer did they have the voluntary "tip jar" which was funding their paint the bunker project. And for the record, if they painted it, we didn't notice.

This last item didn't come at the bunker but on the way back to the office. Frankly, the specifics of what we were talking about at the time completely escapes me. It doesn't matter. It's what came out of the Reg's mouth. He got kind of uppity and aggressive when he said, and I quote, "It's variety, bitch. Try it some time."