Great American Fake

I don’t think I’ll ever eat at Great American Steak again.

We went to the mall looking for a smoothie joint, couldn’t find one, then decided we were hungry for a regular meal after all. One would think sandwiches would be just fine.

One would be wrong.

I last ate at one of these when they were still called Great Steak & Potato. I guess it was too expensive to keep real potatoes around? They have the same sandwiches but ditched the baked potatoes, and now have frozen crinkle-cut fries instead of the fresh-cut fries and peanut oil fryer. Lame. Also, the “All Natural Lemonade?” Not so much. I expected a lemon shakeup but got some concentrate bullshit no better than soda.

My son wanted to eat at the Famous Wok across the court. I told him that’s crap Chinese, not near as good as some of the places we go to. Too much MSG. Thirty seconds later, I watched the guy at Great American Steak sprinkle something on our sandwiches. I’m betting MSG, because while the Wife didn’t get violently ill, she could only stomach half her sandwich. The Rugrats opted for the chicken fingers and were just fine.

And now I’m reminded of why I don’t eat in the mall food courts anymore.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

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