Like you need another reason to root for the Patriots ...

barf

*inserts barfing gif*

They put a plate of these in the Pat's endzone, and their guys work very hard to stay away from it.

maaaybe it could be good?" I've been surprised by joy hundreds of times over the years behind many very unpromising restaurant facades and menus, to the point where I now deliberately squelch my gut reflexes most of the time.

Plus it's kind of my job to do regular blind experimentation. When I'm right about anticipated awfulness ("Jesus, Buffalo Wild Wings was indeed a goddamned travesty!"), it's no great victory. When I'm wrong, it's a beautiful, wondrous thing. El Mondonguito, and dozens of places like you, I'm grateful you upended my unjustly low expectations for the experience you delivered.

My food-nerd spidey sense has been confounded often enough not to trust it by default anymore. (Heck, I even found a few nice things to say about Strega Waterfront when I reviewed it for Stuff Magazine some years back: you just never know.)

But despite the fact that Philadelphia is a really fine city for food, this thing sounds objectively, abjectly terrible. "Run awaaay!"

to grab one one eff theeds along with a bodel of wooter.