In high school I used to work at a Pizza place...lets call it padre juanitos. We had a special customer who always ordered a very special pizza every Friday: One extra large pizza (made with a large pizza dough ball) so it was thinner..more likely because they wanted extra large pizza for the price of a large. One…

Another gluten free story - I was in line behind a lady at a BBQ food truck two years ago who demanded to see the ingredient list of the sauce they used in their barbecued pulled pork because she wanted to ensure that it was gluten free. This was a small homegrown business type of food truck, so there was no readily…

Mine is short and simple:

This reminds me a little of the story from last year about the lovely gentleman who very much enjoyed the Indian food when he thought he was in an Italian restaurant.

I am consistently surprised by people’s lack of shame. I was lucky that my parents exposed me to a variety of foods growing up, but I’ve been in plenty of dining situations where I had no idea what was going on.

You know, I’d give the college girls a break.

t was really looking like I was gonna get through the whole comment section without encountering one of these.

I used to do a lot of tasting events with a restaurant I worked at, we would usually bring Sausage Lasagna- and there would be a prominent sign that read Sausage Lasagna right next to it..

Is the place where they make the cheesecakes for The Cheesecake Factory called The Cheesecake Factory factory?

Okay, but we have Google now. And restaurants have websites. And television exists to expose people to things they may not encounter everyday.

“I just figured since the restaurant was called Tokyo, and the fact that the sign said “Japanese and hibachi,” it would have clued these college girls in on the fact that this wasn’t a Chinese restaurant. But hey, what do I know?”

When I lived in CA, I worked in a kitchen in close proximity to the public. One day, I overheard someone say to his dining companion, “You know, we’re really much more knowledgable about food here in California because we’re so diverse and love all kinds of food. I mean, we have flavors that people in the Midwest…

A yuppie and his date came into the bar. It was obviously early in the relationship and he was obviously showing her how urbane he was.

Nothing says “stepping out of your comfort zone” more than repeatedly asking why you can’t order lo mein.

Hopefully they get their own share of wackos. I know my aunt is on their caller ID now.

What is it with sushi and stupid people? I was out to dinner this weekend at a very nice sushi place (the kind where they serve sushi and that’s it, no hibachi or noodle dishes or anything) and the two women at the table in front of us were absolute nitwits. They sat down, looked over the menu, and then started doing…

I’m totes okay with this. All the major breweries have deceptively advertised and labeled “craft” lines. Oscar Mayer doesn’t label their hot dogs “locally raised, premium cut”, so I don’t see why the big breweries should be allowed to do this.

They don’t call them “hex” bolts for nothing!

Uh, DOY. Liz Lemon and Criss Chros taught us this YEARS ago.

Cheers! The older I get, the more the snarking bothers me. I want to yell, “Can’t we all just get along? Who are they hurting? Who gives a shit?”