My wife works in West Allis. As such, the credit union near the school she works at is the most convenient or recommended by the teachers' union or some sort of thing, and that is where our accounts are. I had my account at a different bank that had been convenient for me back in my landscaping days, but had become the most biggest pain in the ass of a bank in recent years. I won't tell you their name, but I Guaranty that good service there is meager.
Anyway, I decided I liked my wife's bank because it was across the street from a Shakey's. Shakey's pizza isn't gourmet and there are no free soda refills, but mojo potatoes are the most awesome invention ever. I tried for years to figure out how they made those golden brown pieces of deliciousness, to no avail. I even contemplated getting a job at Shakey's just so I could learn the secret process. And any place that has mojos and all the pizza and chicken and spaghetti you can eat is worth the trip.
My wife isn't quite as much of a Shakey's fan as I am. I think it may have something to do with childhood. I always knew, as a child, that a trip to the JCPenny Warehouse Store had a high probability of being coupled with a stop at Shakey's for lunch. My wife, however, has a fondness for truck stop fare. She may deny it, but truck stops taught her to eat her french fries with tartar sauce, a habit she carries on to this day.
We went to drop off my checks from my new job yesterday and do some other assorted bank business. I was able to convince my wife to stop at Shakey's for lunch.
To my dismay, I discovered that yesterday was the last day that Shakey's would ever be open. They were closing their doors after 37 years. I ate as many mojos as I could, savoring each bite because I knew I would never have one ever again. I ate cheeseburger pizza (which tastes just like a big mac) gyro pizza, fried chicken, and even a little bit of salad until any more eating was an impossibility. And I left Shakey's for the last time with a heavy heart.
And a full tummy.
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Ah Shakey's, where the chicken met the pizza and a mojo workout was seeing how many potatoes it took to wash them both down. We may have lost a friend but the memories remain.
ROB!! You made me laugh out loud with your guaranty of meager service and then made me almost cry when you broke the news that Shakey's is no more.
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