PUSH!...don't PULL.

Sometimes people are mystified by our door. Although we understand the natural tendency we all have to pull open double doors, ours are clearly marked with a big 'PUSH' sticker. I even try to pull the door open sometimes; I ain't immune to these things. Once in a while though, someone will try to pull the doors, get frustrated when they don't open, and give up. This can happen when the A-Board sign is out, the outside tables are set up, the neon 'open' sign is on, and we are in here, waiting on other customers. It is one of the mysteries of life. I am hoping these people can find their way through the doors of some other establishment to feed themselves. huh.

Comfort Food in Uncertain Times

"...that pot pie was so good that it made me forget that the guy I was dating wants to sleep with men, and not me..."

Well, if that's not an endorsement, I don't know what is!

It's true, the chicken pot pie we have on the menu is creamy hearty goodness. The Veggie Shepherd's Pie is also outstanding; the tofu in there packs extra oomph. Really, I don't know how, but our menu has evolved into a lovingly appointed list of the greatest comfort foods I would want to eat if I were ever to have the time to go out again. It is truly delightful to serve food that makes people so satisfied, especially when they give me comments like the above: that woman, who shall remain anonymous, even said that I could quote her on that. (Her companion said she wouldn't be suprised to see the quote in one of our Mercury ads).

April Showers

It's raining delicious beer-battered, deep-fried gardenburgers.

The story goes like this:
A while back, a fit and handsome fellow named Stewart was dining with a large group of friends who challenged him to eat a second Wilky's Comet. (At the time, we were using the larger, football shaped 'steak size' gardenburger patties...I don't think you can get them anymore since Kraft bought the company. These things were MEGA.) Bets were placed, contingencies were negotiated, and Stewart successfully downed every last bit. By the time he was done chewing, the crowd had grown and the energy in the air was palpable, so I yelled across the bar that the third one was on the house. More bets were placed*, and after some time, Stewart polished off his third Comet, albeit without any accompanying salad or fries. I put him in our next advertisement because the man deserves mad props.

Now we formally introduce the Wilky's Comet Challenge, detailed above. We already have our first winner (Lizzy Labradoodle: she is the one to beat) who will be immortalized with her photo in the display I am going to construct next to the coat rack.

*and no, we do not condone gambling, silly.