Stamina

I was running in Ballys when I saw this place with a sign that says «Happy Fourth of July!!!» when it’s the end of July, but there were signs for protein shakes and smoothies and that’s what I needed after 3 hours at the gym.
I steadily made my way across 86^th street hoping for a warm welcome from the lady standing at the doorway. Instead, it seemed like she didn’t want me to come in. As I was in there, I was looking at her as she was looking at me confused. I asked her for a menu. She looked surprised and asked, «You want something!!!»
Ok, to say the least, she was a mean biznotch. She made a horrible tasting shake. I think she was confused. She probably thought I smelled, but I didn’t. And I will never come here again even if I need the protein! Btw, the medium is SO small and $ 6.50.

This is one of those health bars. Or whatever. You know, with the low-​fat stuff or the low-​carb stuff and the protein shakes and whatnot. The food doesn’t exactly scream healthy, but it is edible, which I can’t say for other health bars. The place is also headed by two out-​of-​shape Mexican guys, which again, doesn’t scream healthy. There’s jugs of supplements behind the counter and a photo of a topless Arnold Swarchenegger in front of it. I’m not sure what that means.
Good place to watch stereotypical muscleheads though. Some muscular dude walks in with his tank top and track pants, and he’s like «Ugh, one protein shake, ughh, one of them grilled chickens, ugghh, yeah, and this protein bar. Here’s my credit card. Urggh». Then he takes off his pants and injects steroids into his ass. No, I’m just kidding.