I've never written a restaurant review, but this inspires me to look into it. A few weeks ago I ate lunch at a trendy place on 17th avenue, and the service, food and overall... snootiness, was unbelievable. A simple lunch took well over an hour to execute. I was the only one in there not wearing a toque covering only the back of my head, and yelling earnestly about injustices. It looked like the last customer to sit at our seats threw several cocktails onto the wall for ambiance. It hits go on and on. And on. We couldn't get the waitress's attention to save our lives until she came around to collect her blood money, at which point I pointed out that my girlfriends entree was burned to the point that it couldn't be lifted by a fork. She came back with a new bill, with $2 off, which equates to less than 4% of the cost of the meal. After all this time, my customer rage is such that I may have to join urbanspoon and unleash a review on them.
I recommend places that I like frequently, but perhaps I should look into unrecommending. It looks like much more fun.
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