Two-Four-One

Nothing caps off a fun-filled weekend of disco and impromptu project runway fashion shows quite like a trip to roll-n-roaster. For those of you who don't know, roll-n-roaster = cheese-covered-heaven (go! http://www.rollnroaster.com/). The best slow-fast-food place in our fine city. More notorious than their cheese fries, however, are their iron fist bathroom policies. Basically getting to the top of the kidney transplant list is an easier time than getting into the r-n-r lavatory without a purchase. While waiting for our food I made the mistake of telling a non-customer the bathroom code which resulted in the hostile employees yelling and attempting to kick our group out of their fine establishment. "Don't think I didn't fucking hear that. You got your food now get out." And that, my friends, is the way to end a weekend.