...but the view is nice...

Having to park my car on the street at work, and having to consequently compete with surfers over parking, I decided one day to just buy my lunch from the "infamous" Snackropolis. Now, Snackropolis has been around the premises of Scripps Institution of Oceanography for quite some time now--many of the people who work in the offices began serving their time at SIO as student workers in Snackropolis. In fact, Snackropolis was awarded one of Sunset Magazine's BEST awards, so it has quite a following.

On my way to Snackropolis (a mere three doors), I bumped into two employees merrily chatting away about retirement. One of them had purchased a sandwhich by the inch, which she had let me photograph:



This woman who shall remain nameless has always been dissatisfied with not only their service and food, but with how the manager, according to her, treats the employees. I decided to ignore these warnings and just...buy the food.



I wasn't hungry for much, so I only ordered chicken tenders and fries...


(I had to, of course, douse it in hot sauce!)

I ordered my food at around 12:25, but it still wasn't ready until 12:45. I guess that's understandable, since the wait was long, and there is only one person at the register, and one person at the grill...and about two others doing nothing.

I waited. And waited. And waited...with these lovely people:



And realized that they left out the tomato-based hot sauce under the sun:



Many people who've gotten food poisoning by foods with tomato in it (like me with spaghetti back when I was 7--I was hospitalized) swear by the fact that it was the acid in the tomato juice/paste that was being cooked by the sun. Hmmm... People have complained about this fact to Snackropolis, but they haven't thought of moving the condiments to the other side, where there is no direct sunlight.

At last, my food finally arrived! Now at this point, I thought it would be served on gold leaves, and that the chicken and fries would taste fresh.

Nope--the chicken and the fries both tasted OK, but both had that taste of food that had been frozen for many, many days, and then thawed out only earlier that day so that it could be fried in the deep fryer. Nothing special, nothing noteworthy, nothing that really deserves an award for San Diego's Best. Perhaps, the reviewers for that magazine thought that it deserved that award because of the view, because the view from Snackropolis is perfect, but...



Close, but no cigar =P

Snackropolis
8200 Discovery Way
La Jolla, CA 92037