Pretty much every restaurant I frequent in Canada has those hand units to run credit cards. So handing the server a card is kind of useless because they must hand it back to the customer to tap, swipe, insert, PIN, whatever. Sure they can insert it for the customer, but can’t enter a PIN.

Hey Food Network, there’s a series concept here.

SING IT!

DUDE!

“Dear Salty,

This post... and every reply ....

“The police did not say if Yasmine James was being investigated for performing dentistry without a license, animal cruelty, or impersonation of a police officer. They also would not say if James received a citation for littering after they saw the video of her unapologetically dropping “dem thangs.” Rumors that James…

20%.

Star for the Clancy ref. That line always stuck w me.

“

Came here for that. Wasn’t dissappointed. 

Your Tico spin-off...

“Some of my fellow Latinos (Brazilian and Cuban) sometimes put raisins in their meat empanada fillings”

Exception: if you’re at an open bar at an Hibachi restaurant and the chef is also the bartender and you... ...what? stop staring at meeeeee....

Counterpoint: the office double-dipper.

Take your wife and girlfriend out for dinner. To a hibachi place. Between the knives and fire there’s a decent chance everything will sort itself out.

Yep. Polite ‘dude love you love your kids but...’. Really should have stuck some variation of ‘adults only’ in the invite if this was even a possibility.

Not mentioned: all three locations are owned by/ popular with portions of the Montreal Jewish community. May not be pizza the thrower(s) are hating.

So basically.... “Pizza is Coming.”

“Meehan: He kinda got to a point where he didn’t need to do anything, but he still did everything, ‘cause the opportunity that he had meant something to him.”