if I ever turn into a zombie, hittin' this place up first--it alllll tastes like goo brains.
Ohhh, poor Mickey A's. I will give it to them--some of the friendlist folk are ready and rearin' to give me a sweet tea (without lemon, thank you very much).
That's pretty much where the nice part ends. I always want the broccoli and cheese soup to be good, but it's pretty awful. The paninis aren't too bad, but they're nothing I don't feel like I could make better myself (not trying to toot my own horn; okay, well, maybe a little, tooot toooot). The potatoes are huge, but can you really mess up a potato? The sweets are kind of redeemable, but mostly dry. I don't know, maybe I can't stand this place because I want it to be like Panera but it's not...or maybe it's because Mickey A's was the only decent place to eat at camp one summer, so that's all I ever ate. Who knows. Take this review with a grain of sea salt.