Over Labor Day weekend, I took a trip to visit my best friend and her family in South Carolina. While I was there, we went to a little sub shop in Dalzell, S.C. It was an interesting experience. The food was decent, as long as you did not question what it was actually made of, and the atmosphere was pleasurable.
My friend has two little girls, Zarina, 2, and Zariah, 3, who were more than ready to eat some lunch. We ordered a pizza , but decided the girls would not be able to wait that long for food, so we added on an order of nachos as an appetizer. After a good half hour, the waitress brought out our styrofoam plates and plastic silverware. She informed us our pizza would be out shortly with our nachos. My friend was upset that our nachos had not arrived sooner and wanted to take them off the order, but the waitress told us we could have them for free because of the wait.
Our food arrived shortly after that. The pizza was delicious, but the nachos were another story. Mystery cheese seemed like a good name for the lumpy yellow substance on the chips. We learned the valuable lesson of not ordering the nachos at the sub shop in Dalzell, S.C.
I am prostrate with grief over your terrible nacho expierence. I hope they weren't as expensive as the nachos you can purchase at the movie theater. Apperantly they are worth their weight in gold.
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