Tiger Shack is definitely the best place around to get a delicious sandwich that’s always piled high with the freshest ingredients! And not to mention the sweetest staff! 10/10 recommend!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
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DO NOT GET THE MIGHTY TIGER FROM THE TIGER SHACK!! I walked into the dimly light coffee shop called “The Tiger Shack”. I as I waited in line for my turn to order, something on the menu caught my eye. “The mighty tiger- the most popular item on the menu!”. Having never tried this before, I eagerly went up to the cashier with a smile. After ordering, I watched as he poured the coffee, the milk, and added a pump of vanilla to finish it off. “Here is your drink!” he said as he handed it to me. Little did I know the pain that was yet to come. I should have known something was wrong from the first sip. As the cool drink touched my lips, all I could taste was the bitterness of the coffee. I made a face. This should have been my sign to stop. But 5 dollars is 5 dollars and I was determined to finish. Slowly but surely, I finished the whole thing. Thats when it happened. Not even 10 minutes into class, my stomach started making a low growling sound and I knew something was wrong. I felt the pressure build up in inside me and I knew I what I had to do. I raised my hand to go to the bathroom but by the time I had walked out the door it was already too late. Clenching my cheeks, I hobbled to the bathroom. Carefully taking each step, trying not to unleash the tiger that grew inside me. When I finally reached the bathroom, nothing could have prepared me for what was to come next. I ran into the stall, barely having anytime to close the door before it too late. As I sat down to get rid of this monster, I couldn’t help but gasp for air. Gripping onto the walls that closed in on me, I could feel the mighty tiger shoot out of me. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The roar echoed through J hall. I used all the toilet paper in the stall and it but it was not enough. I could barely stand up, but I knew I had to get back to class. I painfully limped back to my math class, but the damage had already been done. Sometimes, I can still feel that mighty tiger inside of me.Dietary restrictions: made me poop
Tiger Shack is definitely the best place around to get a delicious sandwich that’s always piled high with the freshest ingredients! And not to mention the sweetest staff! 10/10 recommend!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
DO NOT GET THE MIGHTY TIGER FROM THE TIGER SHACK!! I walked into the dimly light coffee shop called “The Tiger Shack”. I as I waited in line for my turn to order, something on the menu caught my eye. “The mighty tiger- the most popular item on the menu!”. Having never tried this before, I eagerly went up to the cashier with a smile. After ordering, I watched as he poured the coffee, the milk, and added a pump of vanilla to finish it off. “Here is your drink!” he said as he handed it to me. Little did I know the pain that was yet to come. I should have known something was wrong from the first sip. As the cool drink touched my lips, all I could taste was the bitterness of the coffee. I made a face. This should have been my sign to stop. But 5 dollars is 5 dollars and I was determined to finish. Slowly but surely, I finished the whole thing. Thats when it happened. Not even 10 minutes into class, my stomach started making a low growling sound and I knew something was wrong. I felt the pressure build up in inside me and I knew I what I had to do. I raised my hand to go to the bathroom but by the time I had walked out the door it was already too late. Clenching my cheeks, I hobbled to the bathroom. Carefully taking each step, trying not to unleash the tiger that grew inside me. When I finally reached the bathroom, nothing could have prepared me for what was to come next. I ran into the stall, barely having anytime to close the door before it too late. As I sat down to get rid of this monster, I couldn’t help but gasp for air. Gripping onto the walls that closed in on me, I could feel the mighty tiger shoot out of me. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The roar echoed through J hall. I used all the toilet paper in the stall and it but it was not enough. I could barely stand up, but I knew I had to get back to class. I painfully limped back to my math class, but the damage had already been done. Sometimes, I can still feel that mighty tiger inside of me.Dietary restrictions: made me poop
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 2
Service: 5
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