"...just passed by while on the dinner prowl. Saw there was no line, so figured it was finally my chance. Got closer and saw the trademark paper plate on the door: 'Will be open for dinner.' One of the two guys inside pulled the plate down, so I thought my luck was golden. Note: nonfact. Two employees then came out, locked up and rolled the shutter down. Heard one tell someone milling about, 'It's too hot.' I hate you Artichoke." See also, this. [ArtichokeWire]
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