“busy restaurant famous for it’s cheesecake located in New Orleans”

“We’ve leveraged the sensor, processor, and wireless capability of your smartphone. “

You are preaching to the choir my friend.

Man...I’m with you here. Why can’t we have restaurants without all those colored folks and their pants down below their drawers?

Being whip smart is great.

Man, I hear ya...it is all rainbow and sunshine equality going down in this bitch...if it weren’t for those darn lawyers we wouldn’t even have to talk about this stuff at all.

I hear ya...why would Black folks want to eat in places that don’t want them to eat?

Oh, I have a hunch we would find a few of our American brethren who would cheer someone kicking and tripping folks crossing our southern border.

Yep, that is essentially what I’m suggesting.

I’m with you...everyone’s shift ends at midnight, that is what everyone is told and expects (even if 30 minutes isn’t likely to be fully enough time to shut everything down), but on the door for customers is, “we close at 11:30pm”. The employees are going to stay until midnight regardless, but with an 11:30pm closing…

It solves nothing other than letting them go home 30 minutes earlier than if the nominal closing time stays midnight.

The same thing would happen, just earlier, but the staff would be planning to be there through midnight anyway, so certainly less grumbling.

I promise I’m not trying to be a dick...and I think I get that it is not exactly “at a certain time”, but this is essentially true if you are the last person who comes in a restaurant at 9pm even if it doesn’t technically close until midnight.

Sure, the kitchen/bar/etc. all have to hang out waiting for that infuriating person, but still, if you want the kitchen to shut down and the dishwashers to finish up by a certain time, having the “official” closing time earlier would seem an easier way to get this to happen.

I cannot recall a time when I arrived at a restaurant just before closing because I don’t want to be the person making folks stay.

If you say dip, I’m generally thinking of anything but salsa, maybe a spinach artichoke dip, or maybe queso if the person has never ordered tex-mex before, but not salsa.

Sure, the rider was being a DB, but half the cars on the road would have done the same thing with a double yellow line.

If making a deal to have vocal assholes frame the conversation in a way that shape public opinion that would have helped pave the way to legal same sex marriage, affordable healthcare to people who really need it, and maybe avoid a war against a country that didn’t and couldn’t attack us, then heck yeah I’ll happily…

Look...I’ve licked the inside of your grandma’s purse...she liked it.

You know...speaking as someone who will happily take a dry hand job when that is what’s available and as someone who likes Smarties...I’m not sure I like what you are saying here.