When I took my family to the NITRO BAR and GRILL in Las Vegas, I thought it'd be a great time. I mean how could the mixture of wrestling and food be bad? Boy was I wrong.
I ordered the GI BRO CHITLIN PLATTER and it took over 40 minutes for them to bring it to me. When I complained, some waitress named Tammy Sytch ran out and threw old crack pipes at me. And when I asked for my money back, I was piledriven through the table, my daughter was powerbombed into a big plate of french fries, and my wife was given a Figure Four Leglock.
Needless to say, we're never going there again.