Beer pong at the royal wedding after party? You kinda buried the lede there.
You can see why restaurants don’t use metal straws much, as awesome as that sounds (never been anywhere that fancy-pants).
Some people really enjoy chewing on straws.
just the tip
Already horrific as is but made much worse knowing that Batali was wearing Crocs the entire time.
Yeah, even if restaurants put the metal straws in the dishwasher, it doesn’t do anything to clean out the INSIDE of the straw. You think managers are going to have a someone sit around and run a brush through each and every metal straw in their inventory? Nope.
Did Batali also provide a strudel recipe with his rape denial?
Some cookie porn:
no typo, I meant powder problem, as in cocaine up his nose in the former and probably some type of benzo or roofie crushed into powder and put into the drinks of his victims in the later
and she’s allergic to crunchy
You could be ultra passive aggressive- when the late dish finally comes out, everyone else start complaining that their food is cold...
This. Yes, it sucks to be the one without food, but watching your companions not eat doesn’t make it any better. I do think the waiting to be told “Go ahead” is important - it shows consideration your food-impaired companions - but once they have been given the chance to return the favor by telling you to start, just…
This is America, you can always complain. A country of crackers that sit stewing with impotent rage would make us British.
I went to Misoya in NYC for ramen once with my friend and his wife. He got the tonkotsu, she and I both got the miso-tofu. Theirs arrived in 10, 15 minutes—whereas they clear dun forgot mine. I finally piped up 20 minutes after my friends had received theirs; they took another 20 minutes to make it again but then…
I’ve never had that issue, to be honest.
No kidding. I do NOT get the ranch fetish. A friend and I were grabbing appetizers before a movie and shared a plate of potato skins, we had asked for extra sour cream (judge away, it’s my favorite junk food). As she took a scoop of what was supposed to be sour cream I’m like “Why is it runny? And speckled?” I dipped…
I’ve encountered similar in retail. Not nearly as awful as the kid ordering for everyone, but the kid taking a million years and you have to give the kid your full attention.
Cool Dad, who looked chill at first, wants his 4-year-old to order for the whole family.
I just really need a side of ranch promptly because there’s literally no point to eating anything without it.