My aunt is an amazing artist yet nowhere near as bohemian as she thinks she is. “Well,” she said once while swirling her Trader Joe’s chardonnay (4 o’clock is her “wine hour”), “I’ve never smoked marijuana, but I have some artists friends who have, so.” I love her.
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Here in California I can buy a goddamn plastic jug of 10-dollar gin at a CVS. =D
I love the “whisper of butter” lady. I want to know what she calls other measurements. I want to go to high tea with her and watch her eat tiny sandwiches with her fingers like a squirrel.
I’ve had the opposite experience. I went to a Pete’s and asked for a tall once and the guy stared at me and said, kinda annoyed, “I don’t know what size that is.” Sure you do, how can you not, you work at a huge local rival to Starbucks and no doubt make fun of their sizes and the people who mis-order with them all…
I told my fella when we first started dating that saying “heigTH” instead of “heighT” was a deal-breaker. When he corrected himself from then on, I knew it was love.
It is SO, so good. Their crab mac is amazing. They also do online orders to pick up, so you could enjoy it at home while the kid-who-is-clearly-an-alien eats whatever they like. =)
I’ve only ever been to the Café Patachou in downtown Indy, though the airport has the exact same menu so I suppose it’s down to the kitchen if there’s a difference in quality. I definitely enjoyed going there, and appreciated the “serve yourself as much coffee as you want you sleep-deprived convention-goer” station.
I used to go to Subway as it was the only place near where I was taking night classes. I tended to order a tuna wrap, and as wraps were a new thing waaaay back in the day they weren’t listed on the menu as their own item, just the “make it a wrap!” option. Every time I’d for “a tuna wrap” and the sandwich artist…
Oh my god it’s like that David Ives one act that every high school puts on:
I went to a Mexican restaurant in Dublin once and ordered an enchilada. It looked great on the outside, but once I cut into it, a bunch of mixed veg spilled out. I’m talking what usually comes frozen: bell peppers, peas, carrots, and baby corn. With white rice. =(
Lol, true.
One time I was with a large group at a restaurant and the server just abandoned the table. After she delivered our drinks we saw her chatting with the bartender for a while, and then she disappeared. As in, went home. How do you forget that you're serving a party of 10?
I went to a pizza place a while back that had an upstairs tiki bar that served the full menu and had great cocktails, and a downstairs with a more "Italian cafe" vibe that only served wine, not spirits. (I don't get it, but whatever.)
It irks me when the host doesn't even acknowledge you. I had reservations at a small restaurant one NYE and when we walked in we could see that they were having a problem; lots of people waiting, full tables without food, almost nobody on the floor. That clearly sucks for the staff, I'm not going to take it out on…
99% of the time I order from one particular Mexican restaurant, I'm ordering the exact same thing (Carnitas burrito/black beans/tomato tortilla/with everything/wet with red sauce). But I can't just say that all at once, I gotta go down the list with them as they ask every question. "What kind of meat? What kind of…
I'd never heard of this being a thing but then again I almost never go out to eat with someone who has small kids with them. But my sister did this the last weekend while we were out with her toddler and she was super polite about it, just asked as we were ordering drinks if they could bring an order of pancakes out…
I'll go to the same cafe maybe once a week (sometimes more than that) and there's only ever the same three people who work there, so by now they recognize me and know my order. It makes me feel a bit sheepish, honestly, but then again I'm shy and just want my anonymity.
There used to be a Greek restaurant near my college in New York that we'd frequent because it was open late and served gravy on their fries.