We went to a nearly invisible Togo's on El Camino for lunch the other day, and everything about the experience was bizarre. From the five employees more than ready to help us (one of whose job was apparently just to ask us if we wanted the lunch combo), to the apparently real side salad on display in the line, I was more than a little off guard.
And then, there was the "club card." How many problems can you find? Sorry it's hard to read, but be sure to read the fine print.
Here's a closeup of the fine print.
Yes, apparently all I have to write about these days are my lunch adventures.