It’s an interesting question. I don’t think you’d run afoul of any antidiscrimination laws if you refused to serve a particular dish to a person who was allergic to it, but it might be an issue if you refused to serve a particular allergic person at all. I think it would end up being a fact-specific inquiry hinging on…

I don’t know, because I don’t really know for sure how serious any customer’s allergies really are. But I’ve encountered many, many customers who behave as you describe—calmly and politely asking the relevant questions and not expecting unrealistic accommodations. It’s certainly doable.

In California, we don’t do Columbus Day; we do Cesar Chavez day (in March) instead. I don’t think very many private sector folks get that day off either, but schools and state government employees do.

I think I might cry and kiss the cashier who didn’t give me any fucking pennies.

So I’d never hear the “no rice/no spice” thing, and it’s definitely gross, but also... “no spice” makes it sound like you’re just really boring in bed.

Your parenthetical suggests an interesting wrinkle to the question of whether people “really believe” in the afterlife. I’m fairly confident I’ll live to at least the age of 80, but I also recognize that I could get hit by a bus today and never see my loved ones again. The question of “when will I die” is a bit…

Honey Nut Cheerios. By the handful. Fuck milk.

The IRS recently changed the rules, so automatic gratuities are no longer treated like tips.

I love that three people in a row made more or less the same comment. Yours was the best, tho.

I’m not even pregnant and I would kill for some baked brie rn.

The French 75 actually is pretty strong; it’s essentially a double drink because you’ve got both the gin and champagne as opposed to, say, a non-alcoholic mixer like tonic water. Typically it’s made with relatively little of each, so you end up with something with an alcohol content that’s only about equal to a full…

I actually picked up from that location once and saw an in-house award on their wall. Apparently they’re the best in California, according to internal corporate criteria at least.

They neglected to test for caramel proclivities. You want to talk psychos...

I’m only a psycho until I get my coffee, though. At least my coffee order’s easy!

OK, can we talk about people who need to take all the pictures at weddings? A selfie with you and your date, fine. Candids, fine. But there have been a disturbing number of people at weddings I’ve been to recently who are too busy taking pictures of posed groups of people who are waiting for said shutterbug to join…

No, what I meant is that not feeling insanely hot temperatures is an old people thing. The fact that you suffered greatly when you were severely burned in high school doesn’t mean an old lady suffering minor burns would feel the same.

Some people just need to be removed from the gene pool.

That does sound kind of tasty. Grape jelly tho...

Honestly, you sound fun. The worst are the people who insist they want a dry wine, because they’ve been told that’s what sophisticated people like, but what they really want is a glass of your sweetest Riesling with a lollipop dissolved in it for good measure. So they keep sending back perfectly lovely wines until you…

Is that where you split the difference and add both gin and St. Germain?