No, it’s not listed on the menu when you walk inside, but it is there. It’s not baked shit, or fried shit, or even toasted shit. They don’t put it on the grill or in the microwave; they don’t put it in the refrigerator.
The friendly woman that works there doesn’t slice it, stew it or marinate it. She doesn’t mix it into batter, and she definitely doesn’t blend it into a shit smoothie.
You won’t find shit soup, shit mash or shit split. You won’t order shit with bacon and toast.
Nope, not here.
In Silverton, their shit simply comes in a can.