"Can we give this place a try?" I asked. Everyone said yes; I parked the car and we went inside.
As we waited for our food - not a very long wait, maybe fifteen minutes - I saw two slices of pizza go by. I suddenly wished that's what I'd ordered. They were awesome-looking: giant slices glistening with cheese, crust that looked perfect, each slice larger than the plate it was being served on.
The fries were great, too: skin-on potatoes that had been fried at the right temperature to crisp them up. When I received the plate I knew it would be too much food, when I started eating I knew it would be too much food... and yet I finished my plate. I didn't want any of it to go to waste.
I wished I had room to help everyone else finish their plates, but I had enough trouble finishing mine.
I don't know when I will have a chance to get back to Winchell's, but I hope it's before the summer is over. I liked everything about it, and I definitely want to try that pizza.