Leo's baseball game was over, and he was begging for food. I gave him the list of places we've yet to go, and he picked one with "pizza" in the name. Cool! I lived in Bloomington for years before, have drove past Mancino's countless times, but never stopped in. If it's still there since I first saw it 10-15 year ago, it must be good. Right?
After waiting nearly ten minutes for the drunk (hopefully -- I'd hate to think she's always this stupid) chick to order her food, it was our turn. Leo convinced me to get breadsticks to go with our food. In addition, I had a stromboli and Leo had the Italian sandwich. We both opted for half sandwiches and fries. While waiting, we saw someone walk past with their whole sandwich -- about 18" long. Wow, I sure am glad I ordered the half!
I took a quick trip to the ladies room while awaiting our food. Apparently locks were beyond the capabilites of drunk chick, so I walked in on her. Oops. Waited until she was done and returned to the ladies room. Obviously peeing in the bowl was too difficult for her -- potty-training my sons required less clean-up. Not only was there pee all over the toilet seat, but for about a foot around the toilet in all directions. I must admit I'm a little impressed -- perhaps I could hire her to water my lawn...
When the food arrived, it was great. The breadsticks are just like Noble Romans (my favorite). The sandwiches were both awesome. And thankfully drunk chick got her food to go so the place was quiet.
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