KaneCato's Place wasn't the type of restaurant I'd visit, if given the choice. It was way overpriced for what amounted to a glorified deli – at least, that's what it was in my eyes. The plates were smaller, the sandwiches were called panini and the damn things cost twice as much as a typical sandwich. I looked at the menu posted outside and saw that the soups all had fancy French-sounding names and the salads were filled with spinach and kale instead of good old fashioned lettuce. Even worse than that, they all came with fruity dressings instead of the stuff people liked – Ranch or Thousand Island. Not that I cared all that much for salad anyway, but still, once in a while, I got a craving for one and I sure as hell didn't want some weird vinaigrette slop thrown on top of it.
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