Dari Spot - esville

I always enjoy eating at this place. It's been there for decades. My favorite thing to order are the old-fashioned hamburgers.

Food was good getting in and out is another whole driving experience..seems everybody that drives this stretch is braindead when it comes to driving laws.such as speed or common sense..

It was 30 mins before closing.. Food was cold and bland won't be going

Never. Again. The only time I ever ate here, I was visiting from Tennessee, and wanted to try the local cuisine. It seemed like a nice little place. The staff creeped me out a bit because I really got a “you don’t belong here” vibe from them, but oh well; I shrugged it off, ordered a cheeseburger and fries and a shake, and waited for my food. When they called it out and I went back to my table, the food seemed alright. The place was pretty busy when I got there, and according to my aunt (who I was visiting), it’s a pretty popular place. I guess that’s because of a lack of options rather than because the food is anything special. My favorite was the chocolate milkshake, but it’s not like it’s easy to screw up a milkshake. Anyways, I finished, threw away my trash, and left. Not even 5 minutes after I’d gotten back to my aunt’s place, and the most inhuman noises spawned from within my stomach. Gurgles and groans I’d only heard in my worst nightmares. My bowels gave an awful lurch, and I sprinted to the toilet. The next 2 hours were hell on Earth. I felt like an erupting geyser. No, a volcano. It was like liquid fire shooting from the depths of my digestive tract. When the torrent finally ended, my stomach gave a defeated roil, and I knew it was over. I feel so bad for clogging my little aunty’s toilet that day, especially since it’s the only one in her house, but I only blame one place; the Dari Spot. If you ever do anything, do NOT go to that forsaken restaurant. I can only imagine what unholy horrors are going on within the kitchen of that restaurant, but every time I try to think about it, my stomach turns over and I get nauseous. I have no doubts that whatever happens there is overseen by no merciful God. Only the Devil himself can be responsible for such an evil attack on my intestines. The okay-ish food is not worth it.

I used to plan trips and stops around the hour and a half drive to Jack's in Chatsworth for their biscuits. No longer. The jelly biscuit with egg and cheese is to die for.