After reading through this thread, I decided to have one at Chinook for lunch.
From a taste perspective, I will echo the comment that it starts off fine but gets too soggy near the end. It was overall enjoyable, until about 15 minutes later when I started feeling ill.
I think this is how alcoholics feel when they wake up in an alley and realize they've hit rock bottom. I don't know that any food item has ever given me chest pains before. I will never have one again.
On the plus side, eating this thing has made me question where my life is going.
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We may curse our bad luck that it's sounds like its; who's sounds like whose; they're sounds like their (and there); and you're sounds like your. But if we are grown-ups who have been through full-time education, we have no excuse for muddling them up.
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