Restorante di jimmy

It was a spring night when my weary and tired feet took upon me to the humble locale of Restorante di Jimmy. Expecting nothing from the modest three bedroom two bathroom looking arrangement, yet too famished to even consider turning back, it was to my chagrin that the unlocked door swung open with a light push.

Right away, my visage alighted upon a living room and kitchen setup, where the proprietor, Jimmy, stood, cloaked in shadow. "Greetings stranger. Welcome to the Restorante di Jimmy."
It was at this point, that the back of my neck experienced a most peculiar chill, and fearing for my life, I leapt for the door. Yet, to my shock, it was Jimmy's in house waiting staff, Christiano Brushlinni and Braedenias Brémer, who took my arms.

"Sir, allow us to guide you to the table." Their mouths opened at the same time. At this point, an unsteady calm arose in me, for I knew my fate was sealed. The two dressed men brought me to the kitchen island, right across from Jimmy. "Young chappie, your menu is on the table." He pointed from the shadows, his red hoodie glinting in the darkness. Looking down, it was there that I noticed, nothing on the table. "Where..."

It was then that Jimmy crossed the room like a ballerina onstage, to the fridge, opening it with a single swift motion. "Your appetizer, Sir." Out of the fridge, the package was pulled open, then a spoon applied, put in front of me. "Your Chobani, Sir." "MMMMh Chobani! I ate with relish. Next!" Jimmy opened the fridge again. "Sir, here is your next food, ham and cheese pack with plate." "Yummy, plate too?" From behind, Braedenias Brémer poked my shoulder while I was munching down my feast. "Sir, you are eating us out of house and home. Slow down." "Nonsense! Next." Jimmy once again ripped open the fridge. "Here Sir, tennis balls." "Fantasiqué!, gimme a fork." On my other shoulder, Christiano Brushlinni poked it and said, "No forks allowed in this establishment sir." "Fine. Thats alright."

At the head of the table, Jimmy ranged a bell. "The final course, everyone." He held a covered plate. "My parents. Enjoy Sir." From the plate, Jimmy's mother and father sprang up. "Ooooo delightful. Here I go!" Before I could get the first bite, Jimmy's father spoke. You think we will be good, but who's eating who?" In the mother of Jimmy, a glint in her eye arose. "Get em husby!" My cheecks blushed with furiosity. "No you dont." From my bag, a poke-ball. "Summon, 17 years of math homework, Math Homework Golem, activate! "Oh yea? Christiano Brushlinni spoked up. I'm a magus." he lifted his hand. "Dispel Magic!" At this time, Braedenias Brémer was already gone home. Fight fight fight fight, fighting scene sighting scene. Jimmy martial art scene. Suffice to day, the experience at Restorante di Jimmy was absolutely a delight, I would recommend again.

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Honestly kind of a mid restaurant, but the service is what made the experience.

AMAZING FOOD!!!! THANK YOU JIMMY BLAIR