When I think of the name DePompa’s, I don’t exactly think Kannapolis but that’s where you’ll find this spot with comfortable foods (like the sign says).
It’s a nice day for sitting outside and enjoying a leisurely meal.
I enjoy the Famous Samovar Chicken sandwich. I ask Jason what it is and he tells me it’s a made up word. I later learn that it’s the name of the previous restaurant before they moved it here and renamed it DePompa’s. FYI: a samovar is a is a heated metal container traditionally used to heat and boil water for tea in and around Russia. For some reason, they named their old restaurant after a tea container and then they went on to name a sandwich after it.
That sandwich on the right is what a Samovar sandwich looks like. That sandwich on the left is called a Reuben for those of you who live in a cave.
I would not feel comfortable if my attorney’s name was Swindell. I don’t know how else you could pronounce it beside swindle. It’s not like Swin – dell or like Target is Tar-jay or like Wal-mart is the yuckiest place on earth.
This is the biggest ceiling fan I’ve ever seen. It is moving some massive air though. I guess it keeps the dust from settling in one spot on all of this junk.
Jason resists as much as he can but we end up checking out one of the Habitat for Humanity Re-stores. Unfortunately, I am terribly disappointed because the products are far below the quality or selection I expect. On top of that, the pricing is literally within 10% of retail pricing. There are no bargains to be found here or at least not today and not at this location.
You never know where the path in search of inner tubes may bring you. Like Fran says, the game is called six degrees of separation from C!
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