I would like Tiffany Haddish to have all of the gigs, please and thank you.

but if MULTIPLE facets of your dining experience are sub-par, as in this letter, why do you not get up and find a manager?

I usually will go to the hostess or another server. That’s enough for my server to know they’re slacking off while giving them a chance to fix it without getting in trouble with the boss.

This feels like a generational thing. I frankly rarely make a scene. It has to be a habitual problem which is inexcusable (lost orders...at a fast food joint no less...) or I’ve had a REEEEEALY bad day and I just slip up. My parents on the other hand raise a stink about everything. Hell, I don’t even make…

It’s an incredibly fine line - hell, I’d argue that any demand to speak to a manager is Becky Wants To Speak To Your Manager Right Now. I can only think of one time in my almost-40 years that I’ve asked to speak to a manager about subpar service by a server, and that was just egregiously awful (and got worse as the…

For Father’s Day, at relatively empty upscale restaurant, we waited to be seated for 10 minutes after our reservation time to find dirty dishes at the table. They brought one of the drinks, but didn’t put in any of the others. We watched other people be served before us that came after us. We asked the waiter for the…

You can’t bitch about what a terrible time you had if you fix it.

I guess -now- there’s not a whole lot. I keep thinking in Hollywood movie terms where if you want someone to shut up and you’re a royal/leader of state/etc you will find a way to get them to shut up.

If it appears to me that the server is at least trying to deliver when someplace is busy, I definitely cut them some slack. If they are non-existent and don’t really seem to give a f, then not really.

Why ask why? Drink IPA Dry!

I guess all I can say is it’s her prerogative....it’s her...it’s her...it’s her...prerogative.

Well, what the fuck good is Amazon Now? ;)

It’s basically a “can i speak to the manager” incubator.

I was thinking this, too. And then, for a sec, I thought we were talking about Tommy Lee Jones. It was a pretty confusing minute or two there.

Usually the first thing I do after enjoying a biopic is look up the true story to see which details were changed. Real life lacks McKee’s narrative film structure, doesn’t adhere to producer’s budgets, and rarely has crowd pleasing appeal, so something will always have been changed.

“Am I abusing the system if I order a brewery’s burger special, but no beer?”

I feel like every woman should be granted an automatic restraining order against Chris Brown.

When I made ginger beer it wasn’t a soft drink. Kind of explosive as well as being alcoholic.

‘We see Pasta Nachos. They are warm and defeated.’

When one or more of these turds finally get arrested, the day of the perp walk will become an official holiday in my life. I will celebrate it every year. If one of them actually goes to jail, it will be a week-long Risky Business-style rager, complete with irresponsible binge drinking and 80s and 90s dance music on a…