This is the restaurant of gods. The service there was both humbling and awe-striking. I've never felt feelings before until I ate at this establishment. Before this evening I thought of life as nothing but a prison of dispair. I feel reborn. I'm a new man with new meaning and passion. The Cuban sandwich is literally so good that I placed the plate on the ground and ate it like a dog, like the undeserving ingrate I am. Also, Jen Arrone is not just the average waitress. In fact she is not a human at all. She is a pillar of golden light that moves with the grace of 17 angels and provides a service that cannot and will not be paralleled by any life form on this earth. She is not the waitress that the people of Manchester needs, she's the waitress that the people of Manchester deserve.

My final remarks are I didn't believe there was a god until I ate here. Now, I'll believe just about anything that anyone tells me. Why? Not because I'm an average sheep catering to the lunatic ideas of the average commonfolk, but because the main street pub has given me reason to believe that anything is possible. This place is my lifeblood and I would die without it. Thank you for your time.