New York, New York

It looks like fast food and smells like fast food, but it doesn’t taste like much. New York, New York is one of those places I got drawn into a few more times than my animal brain would want to admit. If I’d had one too many. The pizza’s cheese oozes and the poutine is piled high and dripping with pools of gravy and cheese. But I’d always order and be disappointed. The pizza has the look and texture of pizza, but it has no flavour. The crust is like cardboard and the cheese is the cheapest of mozzas. The pizzas sit under heat lights, like they do in gas stations and convenience stores. The poutine gravy is brown and gelatinous, without much flavour for the volume of fat you’re taking in in one seating. Not to mention, the guy who stands behind the counter looks bored out of his tree. Capilano is the most tired malls around. It ain’t no New York, New York, that’s for sure, which is why people may get sucked into the bright lights, big city promises of a fast food chain that serves up empty promises.