Do not park your car in any of the casket store’s spots located next door to Cindi’s. This clearly upsets the casket store owner. The casket store owner probably paid hard earned money, from numerous casket sales, to purchase several towing signs. These signs warn people to prepare for towing if they aren’t parking because someone is dead.
Most casket sellers should be cheerful. It’s not like people selling beds for the dead need to be negative. Things are depressing enough. What if people were actually going to grab a quick bite to eat at Cindi’s before heading over to casket shop? Customers are already mourning and now they have to see a casket towing sign. It’s just not right.
What if the feisty casket selling owner mistakenly thinks the casket buyer’s car is a Cindi’s eater and has it towed? This would quickly ruin a casket shopper’s day. All I’m saying is the casket store owner next door to Cindi’s needs to calm down. I bet the owner of Cindi’s brings over freshly baked biscuits in an owner-to-owner attempt to mend fences. You don’t see Cindi with a sign daring casket shoppers to park in her area. She probably considered having a “Welcome Casket Shoppers– Towing Never Enforced” sign made. What are the casket people going to do for Cindi? Cindi does not want a casket discount card, so what’s the plan? Life is too short to tow people. Casket store owners should know this.
Cindi’s was a secret to me until a few days ago. The entrance is like an organized playground. There’s a spot to sit and read the paper or gaze through the glass at all kinds of delicious bread, sweets, and meats. This place is a passionate family run restaurant that obviously gives 100% from open to close. Minus our server calling us names like baby, sugar, honey pie, darling, and pumpkin— things were practically peachy. Maybe I should like it when a stranger says sweet things to me. Maybe I should be more affectionate while out in public.
The order win during breakfast had to be the chicken fajita omelette. People were oohing and aahing all over the place.
Our server left a pot of coffee on the table and provided almost perfect service. The fact that I asked a really annoying question is my problem. “May I please have two eggs scrambled and one fried?” Faster than the speed of light she said, “No.” I should have known. What cook is going to take a menu item listing three eggs and jazz it up like that. This place is busy. No one likes to be confused by special egg ordering. Take three fried eggs and zip it. This is how nice I feel about the egg situation. Any kind of special ordering is annoying when a kitchen is slammed.
They have bananas listed as a side option on the menu. I decided to sub fruit for all the fattening sides. My fruit side as a sub meant receiving a $2 up-charge. This fruit cup did not come with one single banana slice, which made me secretly sad. There seems to be a fruit cup curse attached to my being for all of eternity. The past 8 out of 10 fruit cups have been painful. Banana teasing is a form of food bullying.
I asked our busy server what’s the banana deal. She quickly informed me that even though the fruit side is $2 extra, um, they decided to never include bananas. No reason. Just because— oh well. This is my problem. I could have easily performed a banana inquiry before ordering. How was she to know I had a hidden banana ache? Bananagate did not cause a bit of dislike towards Cindi’s. There is way too much to like about this restaurant for a banana to interfere.
FIVE: High 5!
FOUR: Please & Thank You
TWO: Double Wow
ONE: Wow + Ouch = Wouch
Cindi’s New York Delicatessen
11111 North Central Expressway
Dallas, TX 75243