Restaurant Review, Super Tommy’s in Thousand Oaks, California
A place like this would’ve been good for some moments until gone. Reviewers, don’t get so close in mimicking special words of mine or else you may find yourself at a loss for your own words- vocabulary will come deep within. Super Tommy’s is closed now. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with this place unless I’m mistaken into their past of mistakes, since I’m only one reviewer and other reviewers have added their share of satisfaction or frustration with this place. Two of us can be wrong. Personally, as a child I found their signs to be like squares across the universe between boldness and despair, as indicated not only through Super Tommy’s informercial on local, analog cable but also visionary cooking for the masses. Good dishes of steak and other delectable meats were cooked here well due to the sad chefs, depressed managers, and odd elegance of truth. Dumb enough I’m on my computer admiring this stuff long after the restaurant’s been closed. People would’ve gone here to escape oppression from fashion for the likes of locality and personal flavors. What can I say to Democrats and Republicans? How can I make them feel stupid as they should? Nobody is #1 when everybody claims to be #1. Customers get so tired of these TV commercials in which it seems every company, business, or market is claiming to be #1. Honestly, someone must be lying. Maybe we assume others are lying in ignorance of the differences in knowledge among the populations, as politicians themselves may find oddity to be at work against special favors under freedom of expression, especially when liberty excludes us from hate and accusations. Should I say “hate” or hatred? Original Tommy’s would’ve been an influence for Super Tommy’s. Families would’ve gathered where chickens were counted because desperation on the part of managers kept pace with their increasing notions over production. Words get to be funny on page if I do say myself! Brothers on my side relaxed with me and our parents before the advertised cleaning and privilege of the undertaking near the roaring, bubbling grill, even if dispute on heavy metal left Evan frustrated with Chance who used fashion to pretend knowledge of Metallica and other bands in music. Thousand Oaks was left with a restaurant who didn’t cheat like Chance, nor did the workers smile or grin against their true colors and emotions for which the most leading manager of the time expressed glee and sudden interest like an immigrant across the waters of doom.
https://www.yelp.com/biz/super-tommys-thousand-oaks
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