I’m afraid to go to the Dinosaur. I fear I might accidently cause one of those huge rows of Harleys to do the domino effect thing, and then have to go running down Franklin Street in fear of my life.
I went there once or twice. Overrated and rude hostesses. My husband stops in whenever he is in Syr., which isn’t often.
The best thing about that place are the walls.
Getting the brontosaurus ribs might cause your car to tip over.