All Killer No Filler

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Ted’s Restaurant
1044 Broad StMeriden, CT 06450 (203) 237-6660
I was 17 and just finished devouring a beautifully greasy pile of sharp  white cheddar cheese oozing decadently over a steamed, flavorful heap of  ground beef, sandwiched inside a squishy salty roll. Every bite was an  explosion of perfect flavor smothering my taste buds. I walked  outside Ted’s with my friends, heavy and tired from the intense culinary  experience. Suddenly I felt horrible stabbing pains in my chest and  down my left arm. I fell to my knees and was rushed to the hospital,  terrified. It turned out that the delicious grease and fat from my  steamed cheeseburger did not, in fact, give me cardiac arrest. Instead,  it was apparently just a delayed panic attack from having my heart  broken. Seriously, retardedly. Ridiculous as that was, it was such a relief because  God help me if the perfection that comes out of this once tiny dirty  shack in central Connecticut was responsible for my near-death  experience and thereby forbidden forever
Anybody who doesn’t enjoy this place and dares to complain out loud would be better  occupied by stuffing another hot cheese in their gullet until they  figure out how awesome it tastes.

Ted’s Restaurant

1044 Broad St
Meriden, CT 06450
(203) 237-6660

I was 17 and just finished devouring a beautifully greasy pile of sharp white cheddar cheese oozing decadently over a steamed, flavorful heap of ground beef, sandwiched inside a squishy salty roll. Every bite was an explosion of perfect flavor smothering my taste buds.

I walked outside Ted’s with my friends, heavy and tired from the intense culinary experience. Suddenly I felt horrible stabbing pains in my chest and down my left arm. I fell to my knees and was rushed to the hospital, terrified.
It turned out that the delicious grease and fat from my steamed cheeseburger did not, in fact, give me cardiac arrest. Instead, it was apparently just a delayed panic attack from having my heart broken. Seriously, retardedly. Ridiculous as that was, it was such a relief because God help me if the perfection that comes out of this once tiny dirty shack in central Connecticut was responsible for my near-death experience and thereby forbidden forever

Anybody who doesn’t enjoy this place and dares to complain out loud would be better occupied by stuffing another hot cheese in their gullet until they figure out how awesome it tastes.

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