Casper’s Vittle Vending Folks

Being an outsider who has resided in Springfield a brief 5 years I review establishments without the bias that can occur when a firm is a large part of one’s life experiences.

Casper’s is “quaint,” in the manner I define the subjective-in-nature term but I have experienced quainter quaint in many other locales across the USA.

However, in regards to the general locale of the firm, the quaint applies and can be an attractor to some while being a negative aspect for others.

I have tried their fare several times during the period of my local residing in my shanty a few minutes drive from Casper’s. I give credit to the firm that parking has never been problematic with ample room to park.

There was always ample seating room. That may be true to my tendency to shun food firms during the rushes at typical vittles eating times.

I tried several items and walked away sated but with a nagging hunch that quality and quantity did not quite reach an equilibrium with the price paid. Not a huge difference and not enough to compel me to avoid Casper’s in the future.

As for friendly folks… perhaps my raw, brutal masculine rugged ugliness causes some sort of fear or loathing in others that prompts folks to ignore me. I do not scowl or growl but it seems that folks in general tend to leave me alone. That trait is handy when wandering the rougher parts of town and was a tremendous attribute when performing shore patrol duties in the most dangerous ports in the Orient but…

Reading the comments about friendliness and a being welcomed feeling does not personally apply to me. However, not many folks interact with the world as I do so it is quite likely YOU will interact with those much differently than I do so do nlt allow my not-glowing review deter you from entering Casper’s.

I read and hear many raves about the chili ladled out from the pot onto plate or bowl. As with every vittles vending firm across the USA and various territories overseas I have noticed various percentages of folks exulting about a local firm’s offerings for reasons I have determined to often be emotionally-based and wholly subjective in nature and reinforced by the raver’s cohorts making the same exultations. That interesting aspect of the human psyche is akin to a cult’s adherents shouting their glee in regards to the cult’s main figurehead(s).

I will not lambaste those giddy with glee in regards to that which is Casper’s or for any item(s) on the menu that make their liver quiver with unadulterated delight. NAY!!!

There is a more-than-good chance that you, too, will shout your exultations as you savor the edible wonderfulness of the Casper’s incredible edibles.

So, aside from my general observations about reviews and the subjective determinants as to what constitutes the good, bad and in-between of vittles vending firms my lack of negatives within this review should be construed by you, the reader, as being a kick-in-the-butt to propel you through the portal allowing entrance to Casper’s interior and grab some grub and dig in.

You will be the final, ultimate arbiter regarding the dining desirability of Casper’s.

Tell ’em the Disgruntled Old Coot sent yah’ and they will likely give you an odd look and state “Who in the heck is the Disgruntled Old Coot.”

Have a wonderful week!!!


Thus writeth the Disgruntled One at the nifty review site.

I always take a customer review with that grain of salt stuff whatever the heck that means.

Some places I enjoy eating at are despised by others.

And, some places I detest dining at others proclaim is the best damn food anywhere.

Well, that shows how ignorant some folks are and how incredibly brilliant, I, the Disgruntled Old Coot, is, am, has been and will be until the day I screech in mortal agony, fall down, convulse and die.

All I ask is that I do so in the mall food court at the busiest shopping day of the year with the place packed.

Surely a multitude of cell phones with movie-taking ability will record my demise and post it across the Web.

I will be FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Wear your damn seat belts you hooligans.


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