Just take a dead fly back to the restaurant, and drop it in a glass of fine white sparkling wine a beautiful woman's drinking on a near by table.
In some cultures it is considered polite to burp loudly as a sign of appreciation of the food.Eat the beans and then let rip! Announce very loudly to all and sundry that in your country that is a sign of how much you enjoyed the food!
“Police are examining the social media accounts of the San Antonio man in hopes of finding a clue as to what motivated his actions”Go back and just order an appetizer and drinks. While waiting, excuse yourself to the men’s room where you will tape a clean .380 behind the toilet tank. Shoot me a link and I’ll quietly (not) take care of old “,” .
Well apparently that kind of place just isn't for you or is extra for you. I am having trouble getting a read on if you hated it or got a masochistic thrill out of the experience.I went to one of those really---I mean REALLY---nice restaurants last night. You know, the sort where the waitpersons look and act like ice carvings who sneer at everyone, your table is a rough cement slab, and the walls are recycled industrial boiler plate? Yeah, THAT fancy, right? And " , " our chef (he doesn't believe in labels, so a verbal pause is what he used as his name), said that we would feel the fourth year of his childhood in the second bite (not the first) of the appetizer---you know, when his dog ran away and he was sad all summer?---but I'm afraid I didn't. I just didn't. Maybe a little on the third bite, but by then who cares, right?
So, anyway, I mentioned how disappointed I was to our waithuman, and xer (xim?) simply IGNORED me! I know xer (xim?) heard what I said, though, because I overheard xim (xer?) talking to another waithuman about how some customers lack taste and awareness to such a degree that they can't detect " , "'s childhood in their quartered fava bean.
What arrogance!
Normally I'd let such a thing go, but that quartered fava bean wasn't cheap! It's a $90 app!
What do you think I should do now? I'm feeling ripped off. (And, to be totally honest, a bit afraid. I mean, it's possible that I failed " , " instead of the other way around... )
I know you PM guys truly appreciate and understand fine dining, so I promise to do whatever you say.
sometimes fancy places shot for acting crappy to the customers. Seriously gives some people a real sense of exclusivity. Why because people are complex and weird.I hope you didn't tip more than 30%. That'll reach that waitbot not to mess with you!
Well apparently that kind of place just isn't for you or is extra for you. I am having trouble getting a read on if you hated it or got a masochistic thrill out of the experience.
What about if you stick a match to it after eating but before expressing your enjoyment?In some cultures it is considered polite to burp loudly as a sign of appreciation of the food.
I suppose a fart is an even a bigger compliment
Haven’t done that since boarding schoolWhat about if you stick a match to it after eating but before expressing your enjoyment?
Fun. But you have to watch out for blow back!Haven’t done that since high school
I don't know seemed more on the side of drama. Dripping with pathos and all that.Neither.
It's option "C"...
A joke.
In this case, attempted humor via absurd exaggeration.
(The "style" has a long history. Here is a masterful visual example) ---
I don't know seemed more on the side of drama. Dripping with pathos and all that.
This is how I feel every time I go to ruth's and chrisI went to one of those really---I mean REALLY---nice restaurants last night. You know, the sort where the waitpersons look and act like ice carvings who sneer at everyone, your table is a rough cement slab, and the walls are recycled industrial boiler plate? Yeah, THAT fancy, right? And " , " our chef (he doesn't believe in labels, so a verbal pause is what he used as his name), said that we would feel the fourth year of his childhood in the second bite (not the first) of the appetizer---you know, when his dog ran away and he was sad all summer?---but I'm afraid I didn't. I just didn't. Maybe a little on the third bite, but by then who cares, right?
So, anyway, I mentioned how disappointed I was to our waithuman, and xer (xim?) simply IGNORED me! I know xer (xim?) heard what I said, though, because I overheard xim (xer?) talking to another waithuman about how some customers lack taste and awareness to such a degree that they can't detect " , "'s childhood in their quartered fava bean.
What arrogance!
Normally I'd let such a thing go, but that quartered fava bean wasn't cheap! It's a $90 app!
What do you think I should do now? I'm feeling ripped off. (And, to be totally honest, a bit afraid. I mean, it's possible that I failed " , " instead of the other way around... )
I know you PM guys truly appreciate and understand fine dining, so I promise to do whatever you say.
Mistaken identity. I thought he said “Chef “,,” “, when he really said “Chef “,” “. All in all, a very unfortunate joke.“Police are examining the social media accounts of the San Antonio man in hopes of finding a clue as to what motivated his actions”
I’m certain that a jury of your peers would understand that.Mistaken identity. I thought he said “Chef “,,” “, when he really said “Chef “,” “. All in all, a very unfortunate joke.