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By R.
What the heck? Apparently, my mobile posts aren't working... what I was trying to say was -

"We are on our way to Claim Jumper for a Power Womon celebration, sitting in the back seat - it's me, PW and the Bird Killer. Each left-hand turn gets a CORNER! and the opportunity to squish the BK. Good times: 5/5 so far!"

Lunch at Claim Jumper took a very loooong time. It took us 45 minutes to get food, and when it came, it was just okay. The waiter was mostly hands-off and during the 90 minutes we were there - he came by maybe 4 times - and 2 of those were to either get or bring our order.

For dessert PW ordered a chocolate chip calzone and graciously shared it with the table. Even though it was so undercooked that PW was nearly able to blow a bubble with the raw, doughy center, it was still pretty good.

The highlight - PW confronting the BK about him spreading rumors about her sexuality. The lowlight - reading the calorie content of all the dishes at the Claim Jumper... yikes.

Food: 3/5
Atmosphere: 5/5 (extra points for a crowded car ride where I got to squish the BK)
Goodtimes: 3/5 (minus 2 points for terrible service)
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Matt said…
I went there yesterday, too. I was there for happy hour, though!
April 23, 2009 at 7:05 AM
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