Death by Pepperoncini

I forgot why I enjoy Cafe Express, and it certainly isn't the overpriced salads and sandwiches. It isn't the buzzing "your food is ready" pagers, or the kamizake left turn across four lanes of traffic I had to make to get there from work.

I can sum up my love for Cafe Overpriced in two simple words: FIXINS' BAR. Kalimari olives, big juicy pickles, pepperoncinis bursting with tear-rendering goodness, roasted garlic, capers, banana peppers, chick peas, sun-dried tomatoes; all sizes and shapes of pickled marinaded toppings. For FREE! No joke! Any old joe could walk in from off the street, use the restroom, grab a breadstick and garnish himself silly.

...Although I guess he'd have to get past the four lanes of traffic first.