I stupidly went to work after my Mom’s was over. Once I got there I realized how pointless it was ( I wasn’t really upset, but my mind just wasn’t into work) and went home.

Can confirm.

Stick to the Killer Cake. Especially after a funeral.

*HUGS*

In a kind of similar but opposite way, one of the best things I can ever remember eating was an egg salad sandwich on marbled rye from a hospital cafeteria after almost 48 hours of not eating or sleeping.

That just reminds me of the old “kugel’s for shiva” joke.

Correct on the first part. Second part - GMG staff like yourself, dudebro, and certain other followed accounts need a lesson in how to garner interest in this place. This is not the way. Clicks and comments are way down from the Gawker days and a lot of that was due to the terrible relaunch of Gawker as Splinter, but…

Its deja vu all over again

Underwear?

I waited tables for years, and while the specials might be stuff thats overstocked, my recommendations generally weren’t. If I recommend something and you don’t like it, chances are you will hold it against me when it comes time for tipping. If I suggest something I know you will like, I can generally ensure you enjoy…

Lol. YES!!!

I was definitely NOT looking to rise your ire. My sincerest of apologies. I was being flippant and fun-loving because your OP struck me as overly snippy regarding human interactions with waitstaff. I should know better not to poke bears around here. No problem here, J.A.G.

I don’t bother asking, because I always get the feeling that when I ask, “What do you recommend tonight?” all the server hears is, “What did your manager tell you to push tonight, because maybe he just ordered too much of it and he wants to move it before it goes bad?”

It’s true. If not for the Vietnamese I would have never discovered how tasty dog was.

I assume doing it while wearing the wife beater is part of the act.

Same with “what’s your favorite?” Since I know servers are actually working and not my friends, I assume whatever they answer is what they’re expected to sell. 

Obvious solution: throw your phone into the cat’s litter box

This is very true. Although I also will never complain about someone who won’t eat there due to old, dumb statements by an employee or two ongoing, active expressions of hatred at the corporate level.

In your quandary is the exact issue people have. The key being “before” it spoils. We agree it’s at least nearing its expiration, which by definition means it’s not at its freshest/best. So the question diners have is “how close to spoiled is it?” Is it “we really need to sell this stuff by the end of the week” or…

The argument about if a hotdog (referring to the entirety of the bun, hotdog, and topping(s)) is a sandwich or not is ridiculous. It is a sandwich the same way a sub or po-boy is a sandwich. You can call it an “open-faced” or “folded” sandwich if you must, but it is a sandwich.