6643 Robert Centre Byrd Drive
Mount Hope, WV 25880
Fayette County
Phone: (304) 877-2420
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by Brandon S. on The experience started out great. I saw they had philly cheesesteak nachos and I had to try them. Order the large portion if you have more than two people. There was plenty of cheese. They even used Cheese Whiz like a true Philly sandwhich. There was plenty of cheese, but very little meat. After eating off the top few chips the meat was gone. They really need to double the meat. For dinner I attempted to order the BLT, but they were out of bacon. I settled for the chicken strips. It was your standard issue chicken strip meal. Not bad, but I could do the same on my own from the frozen food section at any grocery store. Our server was nice, and attentive. That was easy though because the place was nearly empty.
by Veronica V. on I have had two De La spurts in my life. One was in the 90's and the other was about five years ago. When you listen to certain songs at certain times they become a part of the time and you can never think back to that time without thinking about the music. At least that's how it is for music. I hear Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've Been Gone" and I think about how five years ago the play count for that track on my iTunes on that clunky, big, white iBook was nearly as high as De la's "Breakadawn" and pretty close to Blur's "Out of Time." I'm not embarrassed, I've listened to a lot of shit in my life and have an especially sweet spot for anything pop ever since the Janet Jackson Rick Astley days. So five years ago we were hanging out in your studio downtown and now we're hanging out in our studio in Lower Haight and the weird thing is just a couple years ago things felt much different like we were turning into yuppies but today things feel very as they did when I was 23. Maybe it's the small space we live in or maybe it was those two weeks driving the Neon while the other car was in the shop or maybe it's the music. We were going to go to Yountville. We were going to eat at a restaurant that probably has about a thousand reviews on Rateclub and a bunch of pics shot with iPhones of super benedicts and special mimosas. Like respectable adults we even had reservations but instead we drank Hennessey and went to a De La show at Yoshi's and were way too tired to make it to Yountville the next morning. But as respectable adults we did call to cancel It was Valentine's Day after all. I don't remember what we ended up doing for breakfast that morning beyond sleeping in but this is how our Saturday went: We watch other people's dogs at Alamo Square Park. I decide I might want a Dalmation just because they look cool with spots. We watch a guy carry his old dog into a wagon and roll him down the street, apparently old age has caught up with his pet but he still brings him out here to see other dogs running around, enjoying the lack of walls and restriction. We do some things mid-day that I can't remember could have been the flea market, could have been errands but for some reason sunny weekend days in SF all run together for me but in a very good way. We end up at Madrone in the evening and even though the space is large there is only room to sit way up front by the door. There are a couple empty seats next to us and some people ask if they can sit there. It annoys me because they are way too close and smell funny (not really but they are definitely too close) we hear their entire conversation which goes something like this: Woman with the 3 carat ring: "The homeless people in SF make a lot of money." Man with the blazer: "They probably make more than us." Woman dressed in Anne Taylor Loft mannequin outfit complete with costume jewelry: "I think they all should die, why couldn't they have just gone to Stanford like normal people, then they could live inside." Man with the blazer: "They really do make a lot of money panhandling, I mean seriously." Suddenly the music becomes really loud and we can't hear them anymore and we are so relieved to not have to hear their especially boring, not witty banter. Clearly someone controlling the volume at the bar is looking out for us because it's so loud that they leave. You check your iPhone for live music and there's a De La show at Yoshi's the technology is so crazy that you pay with your credit card using your iPhone and get an instant confirmation. We walk down to Yoshi's and I feel underdressed. The bar takes forever but we're about to see De La on a whim and I'm wearing semi-comfortable shoes. They do all the songs we expect to hear and the vibe in the place is laid back. I hear these songs and I think of you five years ago, when we first met when I was in a full fledged De La spurt to counteract all that boring, dark feel sorry for myself introspective indie rock. You were right there playing Nu Shooz on vinyl standing out to me in the midst of a changing time on so many levels. I still have these cube walls around me and I still try to think of clever ways to get my ideas out besides ubiquitous social networks and we're still listening to playlists in a bed that doubles as a couch speculating about life five years ahead. I guess the future isn't such a scary place.
