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Spice House Review
A week or so ago, I wrote a review of The Spice House Cafe on Yelp
Here it is - with a picture!
"Out in space, an alien flotilla waits. Patiently eating up the parsecs, they approach Earth. Silent. Unstoppable. They reach Earth, and make their demands.
French Toast. Yes, this fleet has come to try out one of Earth's breakfast cusines. Batter-dipped fried bread. All of human existence depends on how well the alien's demands are met for this food.
If the aliens are taken to Denny's or Burger King for their French Toast, Earth will be destroyed. And rightfully so.
No, there's only once place to take them to. Only one place will save the Earth
3249'52.83"N by 117 8'2.57"W
Spice House Cafe. A tower of French Toast, piping hot, melting butter diluting the powdered sugar, syrup running down the stack.
The aliens feed, overwhelming the poor helpful waitress. They finish. The alien version of a smile creases their slightly sticky and satiated faces. Leaving some priceless grebiling gems as a tip, they board their spaceships and leap for the vastness of space, bearing tales of the wonders of Spice House Cafe's French Toast.
You don't have to be an alien to partake of their French Toast though. Simply go to Spice House Cafe and order a stack.
I doubt you'll be disappointed. Or leave hungry."
Here it is - with a picture!
"Out in space, an alien flotilla waits. Patiently eating up the parsecs, they approach Earth. Silent. Unstoppable. They reach Earth, and make their demands.
French Toast. Yes, this fleet has come to try out one of Earth's breakfast cusines. Batter-dipped fried bread. All of human existence depends on how well the alien's demands are met for this food.
If the aliens are taken to Denny's or Burger King for their French Toast, Earth will be destroyed. And rightfully so.
No, there's only once place to take them to. Only one place will save the Earth
3249'52.83"N by 117 8'2.57"W
Spice House Cafe. A tower of French Toast, piping hot, melting butter diluting the powdered sugar, syrup running down the stack.
The aliens feed, overwhelming the poor helpful waitress. They finish. The alien version of a smile creases their slightly sticky and satiated faces. Leaving some priceless grebiling gems as a tip, they board their spaceships and leap for the vastness of space, bearing tales of the wonders of Spice House Cafe's French Toast.
You don't have to be an alien to partake of their French Toast though. Simply go to Spice House Cafe and order a stack.
I doubt you'll be disappointed. Or leave hungry."