I usually only drive through Pennsylvania, and as a result I always end up at Sbarro, an “Italian” restaurant that can only survive in the cloister of a turnpike travel plaza. Somehow my brain forgets how fucking awful it was last time. Plus I always order something you can’t eat while driving, like pasta, so I have to sit there and finish it. The only good thing is having a bathroom right there.
I usually only drive through Pennsylvania, and as a result I always end up at Sbarro, an “Italian” restaurant that can only survive in the cloister of a turnpike travel plaza. Somehow my brain forgets how fucking awful it was last time. Plus I always order something you can’t eat while driving, like pasta, so I have to sit there and finish it. The only good thing is having a bathroom right there.
They were a mall staple for many decades, but I haven’t been to a mall in a while, so not sure how many are left.
Gaht Damm… I was on the Ohio Turnpike and got Sbarro… Two slices of pie was like $15. Theyre huge slices, but not $15 huge.
That’s sort of like the old joke: “This food is terrible!” “Yes, and such unfortunately large portions!”