Kensington E Kennethy,
I stumbled into this place while attempting to drive my family to an airport. They used to have one around here, or there were always signs for it. In fact there are still signs for it. I'd never been there, despite having seen the signs for most of my life, but it has to be around here somewhere.
I thought we'd get an early start, my family and I, on our escape into the distant future, where they only do the right things, and everyone is doing what they know to be the things they are meant to be doing. But I still can't find it. The signs lead to more signs and then I wind up back in the middle of town again. It's got to be on the outskirts; you don't park an airport right in the middle of a place like this. But we follow those signs out away from town and somehow we just end up downtown again.
Anyway, keep an eye out for that Big Beef Paradise, where you might find "Kenosha's Alfred Halaka, who has the – arguably dubious – distinction of chowing down those 10 pounds of prime rib in a mere 31 minutes." Bon Appetit!