Restaurant Review, WaBa Grill
4726 Telephone Rd, Ste 1A
Ventura, CA 93003
(Written in the Past, But Unreleased)
https://www.yelp.com/biz/waba-grill-ventura?hrid=dZJazKteuQ0v6AbbCvSX1w
WaBa is about food organization as well as taste of chopped sources of health. Steak goes with my chicken, avocado from a deck of vegetables. The compact restaurant sells brown rice I hardly make on a superb day near Ventura’s worn pier as it fills a plastic bowl with ridges to its reflected beauty of black colors, when outside patio is shaped like an L for dining yet two tables act like exact complements around workers in dark uniforms. Wide menu with delicacies and indoor booth has least seats on cuisine discoveries; when I mention the spacy grill to dining partners, a miracle happens. “WaBa, WaBa, WaBa.” I think of Pac-Man’s ghost through saying WaBa a few times. Precise meals can be served on long changes in distinguished orders: chicken and steak, chicken or steak. Expect to pay beyond ten dollars for good sauce privileges unless you’re a kid when hunger becomes a famed desire on a personal level. Dad may not always make a casual attempt to go up and over expectations when I look at my receipt’s time in an external setting about the close outdoors. Environment lower in reflections is colorful with sunshine, in this case. Yes, there’s nice sunshine in WaBa’s building as it searches for grey objects in the nick of quick time, not to mention exclusive cash registers which portray the busy trend that absorbs itself out of a squeaky-clean place. WaBa in Ventura is in specific fortitude about the concrete suite because the sheer totality of demands is met with natural discernment upon various chapters of weather to occur in Ventura County with particular wind to yellow light, thus brave cooks are constantly in a nice kitchen’s loop and curious workers inquire with me about WaBa Sauce. Sushi cuisine is beneath my thoughts however simple sliced chicken appears on a crinkled bed of soft rice, although favorites for steak should be in order at the WinCo plaza where WaBa takes dominance with Chuck E. Cheese’s and Chick-fil-A. Honestly, cherished service at the sleek counter is accommodated by great principles of movement to their shuffling organization. Something talks back at me before I realize the motivated ambiance of enthused customers, but dining seems to be in a cloud that responds to its personal noise, even after chunks of meat are as sweet as the burnt candy you might get from a frying pan. Let’s not get ahead of me on this: gusto for extreme shades of WaBa’s presentation is kindled to rushed happiness as I’m lifted out of a blue mood, so my clothed hand to a worker’s ignition of payment is in slow changes that families before mine didn’t know prior to me and dad sitting in peaceful luxury on WaBa’s standards of wild flavors in our beach town’s vicinity. A chicken bowl with rich, brown sauce in déjà vu! Yum! I’m one-sided with my dad who prefers light coffee at McDonald’s by the local Target plaza, still though I remind him of WaBa’s illustration of chopping measures. A bowl at WaBa’s is basically the side dish that keeps coming back to my taste buds in a daunting way, as assorted proteins get me going until I’m full of a kind of Japanese sensation; to inform readers about my restaurant adventures, styles of cooking from far away can transcend into important matters, and so WaBa’s movement of slow changes goes along with their determined organization of judgmental workers who likely know the true values of immediate satisfaction. Meals can get near you if belief in them is fundamental to hunger. WaBa’s menu is wide in the premises, although I must say that the variations of choices are figuratively slim to none without the nothing part. It’s delicious, try them!
4726 Telephone Rd, Ste 1A
Ventura, CA 93003
(Written in the Past, But Unreleased)
https://www.yelp.com/biz/waba-grill-ventura?hrid=dZJazKteuQ0v6AbbCvSX1w
WaBa is about food organization as well as taste of chopped sources of health. Steak goes with my chicken, avocado from a deck of vegetables. The compact restaurant sells brown rice I hardly make on a superb day near Ventura’s worn pier as it fills a plastic bowl with ridges to its reflected beauty of black colors, when outside patio is shaped like an L for dining yet two tables act like exact complements around workers in dark uniforms. Wide menu with delicacies and indoor booth has least seats on cuisine discoveries; when I mention the spacy grill to dining partners, a miracle happens. “WaBa, WaBa, WaBa.” I think of Pac-Man’s ghost through saying WaBa a few times. Precise meals can be served on long changes in distinguished orders: chicken and steak, chicken or steak. Expect to pay beyond ten dollars for good sauce privileges unless you’re a kid when hunger becomes a famed desire on a personal level. Dad may not always make a casual attempt to go up and over expectations when I look at my receipt’s time in an external setting about the close outdoors. Environment lower in reflections is colorful with sunshine, in this case. Yes, there’s nice sunshine in WaBa’s building as it searches for grey objects in the nick of quick time, not to mention exclusive cash registers which portray the busy trend that absorbs itself out of a squeaky-clean place. WaBa in Ventura is in specific fortitude about the concrete suite because the sheer totality of demands is met with natural discernment upon various chapters of weather to occur in Ventura County with particular wind to yellow light, thus brave cooks are constantly in a nice kitchen’s loop and curious workers inquire with me about WaBa Sauce. Sushi cuisine is beneath my thoughts however simple sliced chicken appears on a crinkled bed of soft rice, although favorites for steak should be in order at the WinCo plaza where WaBa takes dominance with Chuck E. Cheese’s and Chick-fil-A. Honestly, cherished service at the sleek counter is accommodated by great principles of movement to their shuffling organization. Something talks back at me before I realize the motivated ambiance of enthused customers, but dining seems to be in a cloud that responds to its personal noise, even after chunks of meat are as sweet as the burnt candy you might get from a frying pan. Let’s not get ahead of me on this: gusto for extreme shades of WaBa’s presentation is kindled to rushed happiness as I’m lifted out of a blue mood, so my clothed hand to a worker’s ignition of payment is in slow changes that families before mine didn’t know prior to me and dad sitting in peaceful luxury on WaBa’s standards of wild flavors in our beach town’s vicinity. A chicken bowl with rich, brown sauce in déjà vu! Yum! I’m one-sided with my dad who prefers light coffee at McDonald’s by the local Target plaza, still though I remind him of WaBa’s illustration of chopping measures. A bowl at WaBa’s is basically the side dish that keeps coming back to my taste buds in a daunting way, as assorted proteins get me going until I’m full of a kind of Japanese sensation; to inform readers about my restaurant adventures, styles of cooking from far away can transcend into important matters, and so WaBa’s movement of slow changes goes along with their determined organization of judgmental workers who likely know the true values of immediate satisfaction. Meals can get near you if belief in them is fundamental to hunger. WaBa’s menu is wide in the premises, although I must say that the variations of choices are figuratively slim to none without the nothing part. It’s delicious, try them!
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