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Since I am lazy and burned out after working all day when on the road, I ordered some delivery from these people.

Dropping in on this place seems to be the way to go.  Let me tell you why.

It took more than an hour for the sushi to arrive.  When it did, it was warm.  Mmmm.  Warm sushi.  Will I survive if I eat it?  Let us see!

So let's see.  Farmed salmon.  Ok california rolls.  Mediocre teriyaki. I did like the tempura!  The miso soup was among the worst I've ever had.  Trust me.  That's saying something.

How does a sushi place manage to produce lame sushi rice?  I figure the sushi vigilantes would have taken vengeance after word got out.

Sushi delivery via a website and payment via paypal is a little neat, but their food isn't.  Oh well!

Fuck yeah, MEAT!

This place was straight up badassed.  I've been to a few Brazillian style meat orgies in my time, but this one is really top shelf.

I got her ahead of my brosquad, so I dropped in to the waiting area; the bar.  A big awesome wood bar, build like they mean it.  Caipirinhas were served.  After speaking with the friendly bartender, he told me all about the rum of Brazil and poured samples.  

He is a prince among men.

Cut to party being seated at table.  

The meat-tap was turned on and it began.  Sirloin, garlic steak, chicken drumsticks, bacon wrapped and hearts, beef tenderloin, flank, ribs, and more.  Add to this, a huge buffet of amazing things too long to go into here.

After absolutely stuffing myself with cow and friends and washing it down with an excellent wine recommendation, I was threatened with dessert.

After a long deliberation, and questioning if I would survive it, I had a cafe bon bon with their chocolate mousse.  It was artfully served in a chocolate formed bowl and garnished with strawberries.

Truly a magical meal which I would have paid more than they asked.

Totally a good place to go for a quick haircut if you were looking all shaggy dog like me.

$12 for a quick trim and I look presentable again.  Can't be beat!

A little pub full of hipster types in Post Alley.

It has the knickknacks of a venue many times its size all crowded into a tiny little space.

I'm not sure what people are talking about when they say this is like a pub in London.  Didn't remind me of a London pub.

A fine place to swing by if you're not with a group and you're in the neighborhood.

It seems like a lot of people enjoy eating at this place.  Why?  I think it's because their cultists are some of the happiest people around.

It's clean, the food is ok, the staff is friendly and happy.

Not bad for a vegetarian carbstack breakfast.  Not really a fit with my tastes and diet though.

I've heard about places like this, but the reality is even better than the abstract concept; a den of serious gamers augmented with snacks and delicious beverages.

Want a bar to meet up with people and play games?

Want to visit a game shop to try out some of the games before you buy them and have a beer and/or a sandwich while you do it?

Well the Mox people just put the chocolate in your peanut butter.

You can check out games from the game shop and bring them into the bar and drink beer and eat nachos.  That's the basic idea.

What really sets Mox apart is that the food and drink are really good and the environment is comfortable!

Only by virtue of having decent local beer saved this from being the one star tragedy that it truly deserves to be.

Eating the saddest freezer chicken cutlet on a bed of bagged wilting iceberg in mystery jizzsauce accompanied by tasteless black beans and unseasoned potato nuggets.

I covered it with my savior, chipoltle cholula, and ate as much as I dared because this was going to be my last chance to eat for the day.

All the while, the low warbling of a woman singing Spanish over 70s movie score humpsequence bring something completely ridiculous to mind; like Tom Cruz with an oversize sombrero slowbanging some starlet in Chiquita banana cosplay.

No one working here cared about anything as their give-a-shit clearly ran out way earlier that day.

A giant glass of Haywire saved the day. As did the preflight upsell of a doubleshot of booze for $3 more.

Do not eat here!  Don't do it!

Local divey place that made my fancy ass a hot toddy.  

They also appear to have random party decorations.  Some of these include:
- Red paper lanterns (Chinese new year is only a month away)
- A large wizard painted on the wall
- Assorted skulls
- Retro video games
- Beer

A nice small friendly bar to bring your funwagon down upon.

I like these guys.  

There is no shortage of car and transport options in this town, so I'll keep it simple.

Presently I use these guys in my airport travels.  They show up on time (with a conversation ahead of time), they're cheaper than way less pleasant alternatives, they process credit cards via Square, and those that I've met prove to be cool dudes.

At about half of Uber prices, they're worth thinking about in just about any travel context where you aren't planning on driving.

I hesitate in writing this review because I feel too many people know about Aloha already and I always have to wait to eat there no matter what time of day.

The first thing that you may notice is that it is small and the, I'm assuming, Japanese family who works there is adorable and straight out of a movie.  There's the stern and diligent father, the doting and shy-polite mother, the full of genki cute schoolgirl who helps out with table service, and the brother who brings out food and helps pops.

With a wealth of variety and vegetarian options clearly marked on the menu, just about anyone could come here every day for two weeks and easily have something different every time.

Presentation is perfect.  

Really the only issue I would have with the place is that it's tiny and an ogre like me is crawling over everyone to get in and out of the place.

So please don't come here when I want to and eat delicious food.  Well ok.  You can come.