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<title><![CDATA[Amy's Safe: A Dimensional Haven for Occupied Foodies.]]></title>
<link>http://mutanttimes.wordpress.com/2012/05/26/amys-safe-a-dimensional-haven-for-occupied-foodies/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 19:55:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Phil Skaggs Jr</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I did not think that I would find such a wonderful little eatery in the heart of a Nazi occupied dim]]></description>
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<p>I did not think that I would find such a wonderful little eatery in the heart of a Nazi occupied dimension.  However, let it be said that being wrong has its rewards.</p>
<p>Down in the dark, cold basement of a bombed out building in what was once a thriving urban city is a little bistro known by the locals as <em>Amy’s Safe</em>.  Called such because of a former regular who greeted all new customers with the phrase “Amy’s safe.”</p>
<p>“He was one of the older guys who helped in the original resistance.” says the owner <em>of Amy’s </em>Safe who wished to remain anonymous. “He was smuggling people out once and the kid got out but the rest of the family were lost.  I don’t know the full details.  But he started saying that to everyone who came in.  I think this was the meetup or something.”</p>
<p><em>Amy’s </em>has had a high turnover rate of owners over the past 25 years.  Most owners/chefs risk life and limb for the freshest pruduce they can find.  This isn’t always easy in today’s marketplace.</p>
<p>House specials are then created for the rest of the week.  The amount of choices for customers is decided by the variety of food picked up on the run out.  The day I was there, a red meat had been picked up from the local butcher union along with roadside greens.  It was prepared so delicately that the flavor slowly washed over you with every bite.  The danger the chefs go through to obtain that meal seems to add to essence of the plate.</p>
<p>“The last guy went out for a protein run.  You never know what kind of meat you are going to be working with that week.  Anyway, he went out and didn’t come back.  That happens.”</p>
<p>The current owner then pointed out his successor.  He stated that the system is to have an apprentice in the ready to take over, and an understudy for him or her.</p>
<p>The eatery is a bit chilly in winter months and humid in the summer, but the atmosphere is warm, inviting and safe.  Which is the important thing for many of the customers.  And despite the high turnover of owners, the little bistro that could has maintained a high consistancy in food quality.</p>
<p>“It’s not the best place on the planet.  But in our little neck of the woods, it has its charm.”</p>
<p>And as far as places to eat in post-apocolyptic dimensions go<em>, Amy’s Safe </em>has some of the most charm and best food there is.  If you find yourself in Lance X9990-191 anytime soon follow the ultraviolet marker left behind to <em>Amy’s Safe.</em></p>
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