I really enjoyed the green olive "bread stick" (don't know what it was called as it was neither labeled nor priced. It was very flavorful and just the right amount when one is feeling a little bit peckish.
What I didn't so much dig was the inability of the gentleman helping me to, really, actually be of much help. I wasn't a demanding shrew, but, as a first time custie, I had a few questions that I lobbed his way. The more I, in a friendly manner replete with smile, asked questions, e.g, "how much are your blah-blah-blahs?" and "what is this (pointing to unlabeled bread-thingie), please?" the more he seemed visibly nonplussed.
Again, people, can we keep that sort of thing masked? No one wants to feel like they are a fuck-tard customer, especially when they actually aren't one.
It was rather warm the day I visited EDD and the place was empty. I suspect that the folk behind the counter just wanted to go outside and enjoy a righteously warm sunny day instead of serving newbie customers like me. Who could blame them? read more