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Depends on the establishment.  I would never ask “Have you been here before?” at a fucking Applebee’s, but it really makes sense to ask this upfront at a place like, say, The Melting Pot, where the ordering process is a hell of a lot more involved than “I’ll have the chicken.”

*sigh*
“Our burger’s good.”

“Well, I don’t know what I expected...”

They don’t do any proofreading here. Like, none.  Just slap their shit together and hit ‘Submit.’

It doesn’t even have a first name, it just says “McLovin”!

Seriously, I’m so fucking sick of this shit.

Yeah, this is a big nothing.  Pills are pills, sex toys are sex toys.  Come talk to me when they allow Pocket Pussy ads.

When I was a server, I hated the “What’s good here/what’s your favorite” question because tastes are so different. I hate fish; maybe you love fish. I love pesto; maybe you hate it.

“...Harvard’s auto-da-fe sets up an insane, cruel standard no one can possibly meet.”

I can’t claim credit for the joke (probably heard it in the comments here), but I have a bold plan to completely eliminate the entirety of our national debt by charging $5 to allow anyone to take a piss on Trump’s grave.  

You can live without time on vacation for a week. The wife and I ditch our Fitbits and our phones and just do whatever, whenever. It is fun and freeing for a while but we wouldn’t want to do that 24/7/365.

You don’t have to be a celebrity chef to know when food tastes bad.
-or-
Roger Ebert never made a single movie.

You don’t have to be a celebrity chef to know when food tastes bad.
-or-
Roger Ebert never made a single movie.

Small talk and rapport is huge. Finding any way to connect - ANY WAY - is huge. My personal favorite from my serving days: try to pick up on who the “goof” of the table is and gently/good-naturedly make fun of them. Like, if the table is all, “oh my GOD, Mark, we’ve been here for 10 minutes and you don’t know what

ok

LOOK, I WROTE YOU A FUCKING ARTICLE, NOW GIVE ME A PAYCHECK!

Couldn’t agree more.  I live about 15 minutes from Lebanon, OH and unfortunately worked there for a few years, too.  Knowing what I know about that shithole and the people that live there:  fuck ‘em.  Let ‘em all go bankrupt and starve.

Yep.  Fuck Twitch, fuck YouTubers, fuck streamers, and fuck every single person who watches them or gives them money.

Betteridge’s law of headlines is an adage that states: “Any headline that ends in a question mark can be answered by the word no.

ALWAYS

*takes a swig of “Windex”; audience groans*
“What!? It keeps me from streaking!”