It's Monday night. What's today? June what? 21st? Yeah. 2004. A night like any other night.
Going to the old Ramshorns. Out of money. Out of hope. Out of dreams. This is where you always end up the night.
No matter how much you tell yourself you're not going to end up at Ramshorns. You always end up here.
I'm going to say it's mostly chicken based. Almost everything on here is chicken based. Baked meatloaf. Teriyaki chicken breast.
Chicken strip dinner. Barbecue chicken. Barbecue chicken breast. Charboiled chicken breast. Even the chopped beef steak is primarily chicken.
Chicken breast sandwich. Chicken omelet. Chicken buttermilk pancakes. You know. Platter of skins number two please.
Extra sour cream. I don't know if you should do that. Single scoop ice cream with three scoops of hot fudge. With extra sour cream.
First you have to have given up on life and everything that entails that like love and happiness.
A will to keep people living. An average customer weighs about 325 pounds. Over the age of 43. Usually in a cover band.
Thank you. You know I should be home sleeping right now but instead I'm doing this. I don't know. I come back every time. I don't know why.
It's like performing surgery. About six, seven times a week. And that's not every day. I sometimes double them up.
I mean everyone's into that low carb you know. Plate of Monterey Jack cheese and bacon.
Let's say halfway through the dish. Where I start to feel the psychedelic effects of the sour cream, Monterey Jack cheese and bacon put together.
It's like a euphoria my friend. With all its many faults.
Of every other day of the week. On Monday night, Ramstrone stands alone. And you know you want to know why. You want to know why?
Chef Lorenzo.
I'd say eating at Ramstrone is like a near death experience. And realizing you're going to hell and you have to change your ways.
