Every time I eat at a Romeo’s restaurant, I always leave with my clothes smelling like I’ve just spent an hour or two standing over a pot of hot grease. Right now I’m catching the odd whiff of stale pizza combined with old french fries, and it’s not the most appetizing scent in the world. I think I need to go change into another t-shirt.
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