Despite the name of the place where I sit RIGHT THIS INSTANT, I opted to get a burger instead of a hot dog. So sue me. Right now I’m sitting in CafÈ Wax, aka The Dawg House. These two establishments have an interesting disctinction: time. From AM to Afternoon (I’m too lazy to get up and actually find the hours) the Dawg House rocks crazy hot dogs and after 7p (or something like that, see my point on being lazy) CafÈ Wax does milkshakes and hip-hop events.

I’m sitting in quite possible the most PLUSH booth EVAR to grace my bum. It’s more comfy than those at Ruths Chris, and the atmo is 10000x better. Why is it better? Because I have free wifi with my burger. You know what I’m getting after my burger? A slice of cherry pie. And a scoop of ice cream. Not to mention that there’s some really sweet caribbean jazz playing in the background. I know, “Carribean Jazz,” right? This place is wild. I have a BOWL OF PRETZELS. And a cup of water. There are these sheer, silky curtains separating the eating space and the dancing space, and big bay windows letting in eye-watering amounts of life.

One of the things that’s always puzzled me about Interstate is the predominance of the motel. There are oh, five or ten in the same number of blocks. It’s crazy. Also, the economics of it defeat me.

More on the meal itself. The burger was mediocre (which is what happens when you use preformed patties) but OMGWTFBBQ THIS CHERRY PIE IS AMAZING.

So, in summary. Awesome atmosphere, mediocre burger, AMAZING FUCKING PIE, good music (which I think is actually the local jazz station) and low prices. I’ll have to come back and check out the late night entertainment some time.