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Mama Mia's On Blue Mound
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citysearch c.
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True story -- Went out to eat here this past weekend. Ordered a lasagna ""dinner."" Ok, first thing's first, the lasagna was served up in a dish that resembles something you'd see at a soup kitchen. No offense to the homeless, but soup kitchens are free. This isn't. And besides, if you are homeless, let's be honest, you're probably not reading the internet. Now, onto the salad.
The lettuce looked like it was pulled from the ground and set right on my plate it was that dirty. And I'm pretty sure it moved more than once during my dinner. Not good. The garlic bread -- Mama Mia's claim to fame -- could have easily been used for one of those tools you use to smash your car window in case you drive into a lake or something. Ironically, this is exactly what I felt like doing after I ate here.
So I move onto the lasagna expecting maybe a hint of something that resembles taste. Nothin. I asked the server (who looked like she's one of Charlie Sheen's girlfriend's btw) to get me a carryout box so I could take it home. I get home and decided to feed the leftovers to my dog (awesomely named Tony Stark, btw) and no kidding -- my dog looked at me like (female dog name), please! and walked away. This, from a dog that has eaten his own vomit before. Not a good sign, I'd say.
Stay a galaxy far, far away.
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