Huh. Well, the story did explicitly describe it as "fish poached in parchment paper", and described slitting the paper with scissors for service. I suspect many people, even those unfamiliar with the term "en papillote", might have made the leap to realize that a picture of fish served in a bed of paper may actually…

Reading comprehension doesn't seem to be a strong point for many people.

I wish I could flag this comment. Quinoa's good when it's made right and farro is less objectionable than farro cous cous but rice is the only food I eat. I would rather eat nothing but rice for the rest of my life than eat everything but rice for the rest of my life. It is a goddamn STAPLE. Do you also hate…

I see nothing wrong with what that woman did—bread in a pan in the buffet line = food. Delicious, balcony, greasy food. Why didn't the restaurant just use paper towels to soak up the grease?

Because it's wrapping the entire thing and removing it would involve reaching in and grabbing the person's food. That's what fish en papillote IS; that's how it's fucking served.

Look, I've drank something I wasn't supposed to, to be honest.

Your husband is a hero.

That is not true! No one can be that stupid, right? RIGHT?

I worked at a dinner theatre where we saw all kinds of weirdos. We had comment cards on each table and always followed up on any negative comments. We were serving a cedar planked salmon, and received the feedback "the bread under the salmon was too hard." There was a quick sort through the cedar planks, and sure…

Oh come on, don't act like bread soaked in bacon grease wouldn't be amazing (in moderation).

Fish in pastry would be 'en croute' not 'en papillote'. What a moron!

I'm sure nobody will even notice that he's not a cat.

Oh! A piece of candy. Oh! A piece of candy.

This again, huh? Let me guess...you were one of the kids on the block who didn't have an N64 and GoldenEye

That's a ridiculous question. Of course they want to see Guardians of the Galaxy.

Dear All People,

I don't understand why anyone would want the bones in their prime rib. Help me understand this. All I want with my prime rib is a cup o' horseradish to dip it in.

Maybe I'm a terrible person, but good for them (except the creepy artist). I know I've felt like throwing shit at customers, too.

"HERE'S YOUR FUCKING KEYBOARD!"

I love you, Normandy Chef!