Restaurant: Farmhouse
Date: June 26, 2011
Location: Gilbert, AZ
DART's Rating 4.3
Art's Analysis
N/A
Dave's Dissection
Meal:Chorizo scramble, wheat blueberry pancake substituted for toast,fruit,coffee
1st off I wanted to apologize to our followers for Art's lack of dedication to DART Corporation. At 3:14 am I received a text from Art Nation explaining how breakfast wasn't going to work for him. He stated in the message that the FIREHOUSE (supposed to be Farmhouse, easy on the sauce big sexy) sounded really good and all, but it was just going to be too early, and how he was so deeply apologetic. Originally after reading this nonsense, I frantically woke up in a furious state, spitting out my retainer and mouth guard in disbelief and then violently throwing my pillow across my room. But then I came to an understanding. He most likely fell victim to the Killer B's. You are probably thinking what are the Killer B's? The Killer B's are a very dangerous combination that has been giving trouble to man since the beginning of time. The Killer B's consist of Booze, Babes, Bros, Booze and Babes. After confirming through numerous sources that he fell victim to this, I reluctantly forgave him and let him off with a sick day.
So after regathering myself I decided I wasn't going to go. I hung my head and drug my blanket like Linus would to the couch. Laying there I just couldn't take letting my people down so I decided you know what I can go alone (kinda weird, never done that before). As I was getting near I passed Joe's real BBQ and I saw Aunt B from 2 weeks ago! I was thinking about her, was she thinking about me, I opened my eyes and realized it was only just a dream. Super saddened I continued down that road to the Farmhouse.
When I arrived, there was roughly 20 people waiting in front of this tiny little place. I thought to myself you got to be kidding me, its like 103 degrees, now I wanted to choke out Art. Luckily it was just me so I got a counter spot and only had to wait 10 minutes. I ordered the chorizo scramble, substituted the toast for a wheat blueberry pancake and a side of fruit. I ordered a cup of coffee which put that over hyped, over priced Starbucks to shame. Yeah to all you Starbucks freaks out there I did just say that. The chorizo scramble was superb, eggs lightly scrambled just like Dave wants them and the chorizo just enough flavor and spice to keep Dave smiling. The blueberry pancake was sweet yet had enough wheatiness (new word) to balance it just perfectly. It sort of just melted in your mouth, purely great. The service was outstanding, after my 1st sip of coffee the cute waitress asked me if I wanted to be topped off. The ambiance was old school, Little House on the Prairiesk. I think they milk their own cows in the back, unsure though, don't quote me on that. Only complaint is the place was way too small and couldn't hold the demand. The experience as a whole was so good, I didn't feel I needed to go MMA on Art's ass when I saw him next.
1st off I wanted to apologize to our followers for Art's lack of dedication to DART Corporation. At 3:14 am I received a text from Art Nation explaining how breakfast wasn't going to work for him. He stated in the message that the FIREHOUSE (supposed to be Farmhouse, easy on the sauce big sexy) sounded really good and all, but it was just going to be too early, and how he was so deeply apologetic. Originally after reading this nonsense, I frantically woke up in a furious state, spitting out my retainer and mouth guard in disbelief and then violently throwing my pillow across my room. But then I came to an understanding. He most likely fell victim to the Killer B's. You are probably thinking what are the Killer B's? The Killer B's are a very dangerous combination that has been giving trouble to man since the beginning of time. The Killer B's consist of Booze, Babes, Bros, Booze and Babes. After confirming through numerous sources that he fell victim to this, I reluctantly forgave him and let him off with a sick day.
So after regathering myself I decided I wasn't going to go. I hung my head and drug my blanket like Linus would to the couch. Laying there I just couldn't take letting my people down so I decided you know what I can go alone (kinda weird, never done that before). As I was getting near I passed Joe's real BBQ and I saw Aunt B from 2 weeks ago! I was thinking about her, was she thinking about me, I opened my eyes and realized it was only just a dream. Super saddened I continued down that road to the Farmhouse.
When I arrived, there was roughly 20 people waiting in front of this tiny little place. I thought to myself you got to be kidding me, its like 103 degrees, now I wanted to choke out Art. Luckily it was just me so I got a counter spot and only had to wait 10 minutes. I ordered the chorizo scramble, substituted the toast for a wheat blueberry pancake and a side of fruit. I ordered a cup of coffee which put that over hyped, over priced Starbucks to shame. Yeah to all you Starbucks freaks out there I did just say that. The chorizo scramble was superb, eggs lightly scrambled just like Dave wants them and the chorizo just enough flavor and spice to keep Dave smiling. The blueberry pancake was sweet yet had enough wheatiness (new word) to balance it just perfectly. It sort of just melted in your mouth, purely great. The service was outstanding, after my 1st sip of coffee the cute waitress asked me if I wanted to be topped off. The ambiance was old school, Little House on the Prairiesk. I think they milk their own cows in the back, unsure though, don't quote me on that. Only complaint is the place was way too small and couldn't hold the demand. The experience as a whole was so good, I didn't feel I needed to go MMA on Art's ass when I saw him next.
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Restaurant: Postinos (Wine bar and restaurant)
Date: July 2, 2011
Location: Phoenix, AZ
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