Newsflash! Another Mothership Review

This is my nearly week-late review of the Knucklehead’s Mothership. What can I say that hasn’t already been said except that it sucked, which of course, no one would believe even if it could be remotely true.

So, allow me to reiterate. Mothership rocks in the Q department, in the sides department, in the theme department, and in the friendly service department, but did you also know that if you bring a kid, any random urchin off the street, Knuck will shower the little brat with a fist-full* of suckers, Dum-Dums to be precise. Betcha didn’t. But it’s true. It happened to me last Saturday. I just so happen to have 3 of the little delinquents living in my house; and I had just so happened to bring one of them with me to the Mothership on my last visit. What do you know? Yes. I was in Dum-Dum heaven.

So, next time you’re in Berry Hill, hankerin’ for that perfect little sweet something extra after you’ve scarfed down some righteous pork goodness, remember to grab somebody’s kid, march right up to the counter, and demand some of those Dum-Dums. No joke, it is as easy as taking candy from a baby. Make sure he sees the kid, and Knuck will be delighted to oblige.


* Clarification...
It has been brought to my attention that, yes, even an adult may receive one Dum-Dum with his/her combo plate. However, you won't be sorry if you drag a rugrat in behind you. I continue to stand by my 'fist-full' claim.