Les & Doreen's Happy Tap Kitchen
For many weeks after I moved into my current neighborhood, the fried food window was a thing of mystery. It looked abandoned, covered with thick metal bars and a padlock. After about a week, I finally saw it open: a tiny room with two deep fryers, a cash register, and a lady. But there was another oddity. It appeared that there wasn’t any way to get in to the room. No door. I started constructing myths of a woman locked for life inside a desolate fried-food room, running like a car off of some sort of bio-diesel constructed from the old vegetable oil. Then, one day, I realized I was an idiot. I took a good look at the name on the sign (the letters had faded to the same color as the background making it difficult to read) and saw it was called the Happy Tap Kitchen. The bar it’s attached to is the Happy Tap. There’s a door between the two and the woman who works there has a loving family and social life (I think). So I bought some fries, and they were good.
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