Rockin Robin Cafe

★★★★★

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my brother is the cook there and he brings the great taste home i go there every day after school for a snack and man i nvr regret it rockin robin is the best place in town to eat

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my brother is the cook there and he brings the great taste home i go there every day after school for a snack and man i nvr regret it rockin robin is the best place in town to eat

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Went to get some breakfast this morning, stopped at a small Ma & Pa joint, the Rockin Robin Cafe. Never been there before, it was small, quaint, and open...

I went inside and looked around, nearly every booth was filled with elderly men and women talking with each other and they were even talking with couples in adjacent booths. Friendly joint. Being alone, I took a seat at the counter.
Chicken Fried Steak on the menu, my favorite! I had coffee, eggs over-easy, and toast to boot. Food came quick while I was listening to Elvis on the Muzak and lots of chatter in the restaurant. Mmm.. yummy Chicken Fried Steak with gravy and hash browns. My coffee cup never hit bottom as the wait staff was very attentive. I'm happy.

As I was wrapping up the last few bites, I dipped the toast into a yolk and munched. Yum.. good stuff. I typically don't care to eat eggs because they upset my stomach, but I love 'em...

Instantly after I ate the yolk dipped toast, my stomach turned. I chilled-out for a sec to wait for the nausea to subside. It usually goes away after a minute. This wasn't going away. Glands in my mouth started going and I was salivating like a rabid dog. After a few hard swallows, I started getting worried. I looked around checking for the location of the washroom. Thank God, it was not 15 feet from me! I got up slowly, walked past a booth with a elderly couple and made it to the washroom door, locked. Ugh! I eyed the ladies room and was thinking of raiding it until I heard the water running in the Men's room. I was on the verge of letting go..

A moment later a guy walked out and shuffled past me as he turned off the light. I rushed the Men's room with something ugly welling up inside my esophagus. As I entered, the lights were off but I could see from the light coming from the dining room. The washroom was small, one toilet and a sink. As I passed through the door, I tried to close it but, of course it didn't. I was successful enough to get it shut to the point where it was really dark, but was still 2" from being shut.

Luckily I had made a cognitive map of where the toilet was and started Target Vomiting in its direction! I could feel the toilet water splashing up onto my neck and face which seemed to strengthen my Hurl. I was growling and moaning loudly, couldn't help myself..! The Chicken Fried Steak was the consistency of oatmeal and was coming out as if from a fire hose. The splashing toilet water kept me at bay from the commode and I think the distance just added to the splashing. Then it stopped as fast as it started. I was thinking I was good. But then, wave two came. Another series of violent growls and grunts as large volumes of my breakfast were being deposited toward the Krapper. And after that wave, yes, there was a wave three.. It was over. And dark. I reached over by the sink and found the light switch and instantly closed the door and locked it. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were so bloodshot, it looked like I had just won the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam! I looked to my left and there was the toilet, covered in Boot. I had made a vast majority of the material into the water but the seat and tank were a mess. The floor was in no better shape. I unrolled some paper towels and wiped off my face & neck. Then unrolled some more and wiped down the seat & tank. It was more like smearing than cleaning actually. I tossed some paper on the floor and pushed it around with my shoe and eventually kicked it back behind the toilet. I wasn't picking that up... I Flushed, and was ready to exit.

As I walked out of the washroom, silence. Not a sound, not even a peep from Elvis. I looked around and no one looked at me, as if I was invisible to everyone. If a word was uttered, I didn't hear it. I made my way to the counter where my check was waiting for me. The waitress was cautiously staring at me.. I fumbled through my wallet and threw down $12, I was headed for the door. As I walked towards the exit I could hear my own footsteps and noticed the slow movement of a Bus Boy headed for the Men's Room. I made my way outside, not saying a word.

My truck was parked out front and I climbed in. I inserted the key & turned the engine over, my eyes drifting back up to the windshield. As I gazed out the windshield, I could see the poor souls left behind in the restaurant looking back at me through the windows. Each seemed to have a horrified look on their face. I started wonder what it must have been like for those old folks to have to sit through that terrible sound of a man Blowin' Cookies not a few feet away. I threw the truck into reverse and pulled away as I was looking at a little old lady with a tall hairdoo. I tossed it into 1st and I headed for the road, never taking eyes off that woman, nor her eyes off mine.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I burst into laughter! Couldn't stop laughing, how embarrassing! I started to feel much better.
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★★★★★

Went to get some breakfast this morning, stopped at a small Ma & Pa joint, the Rockin Robin Cafe. Never been there before, it was small, quaint, and open...

I went inside and looked around, nearly every booth was filled with elderly men and women talking with each other and they were even talking with couples in adjacent booths. Friendly joint. Being alone, I took a seat at the counter.
Chicken Fried Steak on the menu, my favorite! I had coffee, eggs over-easy, and toast to boot. Food came quick while I was listening to Elvis on the Muzak and lots of chatter in the restaurant. Mmm.. yummy Chicken Fried Steak with gravy and hash browns. My coffee cup never hit bottom as the wait staff was very attentive. I'm happy.

As I was wrapping up the last few bites, I dipped the toast into a yolk and munched. Yum.. good stuff. I typically don't care to eat eggs because they upset my stomach, but I love 'em...

Instantly after I ate the yolk dipped toast, my stomach turned. I chilled-out for a sec to wait for the nausea to subside. It usually goes away after a minute. This wasn't going away. Glands in my mouth started going and I was salivating like a rabid dog. After a few hard swallows, I started getting worried. I looked around checking for the location of the washroom. Thank God, it was not 15 feet from me! I got up slowly, walked past a booth with a elderly couple and made it to the washroom door, locked. Ugh! I eyed the ladies room and was thinking of raiding it until I heard the water running in the Men's room. I was on the verge of letting go..

A moment later a guy walked out and shuffled past me as he turned off the light. I rushed the Men's room with something ugly welling up inside my esophagus. As I entered, the lights were off but I could see from the light coming from the dining room. The washroom was small, one toilet and a sink. As I passed through the door, I tried to close it but, of course it didn't. I was successful enough to get it shut to the point where it was really dark, but was still 2" from being shut.

Luckily I had made a cognitive map of where the toilet was and started Target Vomiting in its direction! I could feel the toilet water splashing up onto my neck and face which seemed to strengthen my Hurl. I was growling and moaning loudly, couldn't help myself..! The Chicken Fried Steak was the consistency of oatmeal and was coming out as if from a fire hose. The splashing toilet water kept me at bay from the commode and I think the distance just added to the splashing. Then it stopped as fast as it started. I was thinking I was good. But then, wave two came. Another series of violent growls and grunts as large volumes of my breakfast were being deposited toward the Krapper. And after that wave, yes, there was a wave three.. It was over. And dark. I reached over by the sink and found the light switch and instantly closed the door and locked it. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were so bloodshot, it looked like I had just won the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam! I looked to my left and there was the toilet, covered in Boot. I had made a vast majority of the material into the water but the seat and tank were a mess. The floor was in no better shape. I unrolled some paper towels and wiped off my face & neck. Then unrolled some more and wiped down the seat & tank. It was more like smearing than cleaning actually. I tossed some paper on the floor and pushed it around with my shoe and eventually kicked it back behind the toilet. I wasn't picking that up... I Flushed, and was ready to exit.

As I walked out of the washroom, silence. Not a sound, not even a peep from Elvis. I looked around and no one looked at me, as if I was invisible to everyone. If a word was uttered, I didn't hear it. I made my way to the counter where my check was waiting for me. The waitress was cautiously staring at me.. I fumbled through my wallet and threw down $12, I was headed for the door. As I walked towards the exit I could hear my own footsteps and noticed the slow movement of a Bus Boy headed for the Men's Room. I made my way outside, not saying a word.

My truck was parked out front and I climbed in. I inserted the key & turned the engine over, my eyes drifting back up to the windshield. As I gazed out the windshield, I could see the poor souls left behind in the restaurant looking back at me through the windows. Each seemed to have a horrified look on their face. I started wonder what it must have been like for those old folks to have to sit through that terrible sound of a man Blowin' Cookies not a few feet away. I threw the truck into reverse and pulled away as I was looking at a little old lady with a tall hairdoo. I tossed it into 1st and I headed for the road, never taking eyes off that woman, nor her eyes off mine.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I burst into laughter! Couldn't stop laughing, how embarrassing! I started to feel much better.
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It is worth the stop to eat here. The food is varied and well portioned. The coffee is good and hot. It is good for families. It is convenient to find and parking is adequate.

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It is worth the stop to eat here. The food is varied and well portioned. The coffee is good and hot. It is good for families. It is convenient to find and parking is adequate.

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