Either that or the fuhjeetuhs my grandad was raving about.

My wife’s grandmother always called them tack-o’s.

A few years ago we switched to fried chicken and there’s no going back. A couple people in the family still wanted turkey for nostalgia reasons, so instead of roasting a whole bird, we just get a few thick cut slices of the excellent house-smoked turkey from the local deli. Win-win.

This is the correct take here, except I think its entitlement more than “emotional fragility.”

It’s not a dodge, it’s a private business that can set their own rules regardless if we like them or not. She doesn’t have to complain, she can go anywhere else.

Also she could have spoken with management at the restaurant for clarification there by solving the problem immediately and allowing her to enjoy her meal. Instead she went to corporate making a national news story and causing management to be “disciplined”

I think what the commenter is getting at is that “pop” is their preferred term for soda, soft drink, coke, etc. 

For me as a late night pizza delivery driver in a college town, it was the other way around. Can’t tell you how many times I heard some variation of “Hey man, I don’t have cash for a tip, but do you want a big nugget?” Never turned those guys down, but did have to constantly refuse alcohol. No buddy, I don’t want to…

My buddy’s brother in high school would get drugs from a dude at the video rental store. There was a whole system of different fake movie titles that you were supposed to request to get different types and quantities of shit. I wish I could remember the names they used.

Failing to order a drink you like because you might get teased shows exactly what kind of man you are: you’re not. If your balls are so small you’re afraid to order a “girly drink” then the bartender needs to cut them off and use them to adorn a martini.

As the server, I would have removed the bad drink from the bill and offered a different drink at no cost.

Also, a good portion of the people who say “it happened to me and I turned out ok” are big assholes who very much did not turn out OK.

I’ll respect the “beer and wine are free but you’ve got to pay for liquor drinks” bar, too. I can understand not wanting to spend a fortune to watch the groom’s family and friends get completely blind whiskey drunk, for instance. But you’ve got to have some free options.

Landry, Jones, and Landry Jones does have a nice ring to it.

It’s more a way to just intimidate someone and exert power, as opposed to legitimately trying to pick them up.

Yeah, you can think LeBron’s statement was shitty while at the same time agreeing that Morey put him in an unenviable situation by lighting a match and walking away.

Wait, are you saying the prime Lob City Clippers, who finished the 2013-14 season with the 3rd best record in the NBA and featured a first team and a second team all-NBA player were “scrappy underdogs”? I think we may have different definitions of that term.

I’m gonna guess that the ghost pepper sauce isn’t actually that spicy, certainly not up to tatsebud searing levels. It’s not like they’re hiding a sliced ghost pepper under the cheese. I’d be surprised if it’s much spicier than your average arrabbiata.

Certainly the first I’ve come across. I go through more cinnamon than any other spice, save maybe cumin. 

Deadspin definitely leans pretty far towards “good writers who like sports,” as opposed to “sports analysts who can write well enough.” They’re mostly very skilled and entertaining writers who excel when making insights into how sports interact with our broader culture. I’ve learned not to expect valuable analysis of…