tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33651030028648988372024-02-08T09:05:45.615-08:00God Yelp Us AllYelp has given everyone in this country a voice. Unfortunately, most people don't deserve one. This website endeavors to educate the unwashed masses of Yelp. Your criticism will now be criticized.Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-9676535193527838322010-05-21T09:52:00.000-07:002010-05-21T09:59:39.042-07:00Chris'hot Dog - Montgomery, AL<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> Yes this place is called Chris'hot Dog. No I don't understand the syntax either. It is however, fun to say outloud. "CHRIS'HOT DOG."</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Original review written by Matt R.</span></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">criticism by Pickypants</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How do you even go about reviewing a place like this? Do people actually go here for the food (honest question)?</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> Well, the last time I went to Chris'hot dog it was to browse through their incredible collection of first edition Jane Austen novels. </span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I guess I went here because of the history. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> Ah yes, Chris'hot Dog does have a long and varied past. I am surprised you didn't take the tour.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Along the same line as Ben's Chili Bowl in DC.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> I heard Washington DC was changing their state license plate to feature Ben's Chili Bowl.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The place is really a dive, which to me adds to its appeal. I'm imaging HW stumbling around and starting fights. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> Oh HW. What a rogue he is.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I ordered one hot dog and one cheeseburger. Both were pretty bad. At first I planned on giving this place two stars because of it's storied past, but seriously, the food sucks. One star it is.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> I think people need to get out more in Montgomery.</span></span></i></div><div><br /></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-12468731957331319992010-05-21T09:37:00.000-07:002010-05-21T09:52:42.486-07:00Cabo Fish Taco - Charlotte, NC<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Original review written by TR. P</span></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">criticism by Pickypants</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Good, the bad and the ugly. Are you ready?</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> Can't freaking wait!</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My waitress forgot my bloody mary, but she did bring me water. Hey, thanks. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> ... You're welcome?</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I ordered the special, wasabi shrimp burrito, it was not made with love. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> I hate when my food is not love-made.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The flour tortilla was cold, it must be really cold in their kitchen.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> They probably don't store them in the fridge.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The shrimp inside the burrito were good, if you took a shrimp bite it was warm but the burrito wasn't consistant, so some bites would be cold cheese and cold flour tortilla. MMMMMMM, yum.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> Sarcasm?</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It is such a cute little place, maybe I will stick with drinking margaritas. As Homer Simpson would say, "mmmmmmm. donuts/beer/erotic cakes."</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>> Excellent, I always love reviews that finish on a completely inexplicable statement.</span></span></i></div><div><br /></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-63048676726075332002010-05-15T13:40:00.000-07:002010-05-15T13:51:30.506-07:00Halo For Men - Chicago, IL<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Another guest reviewer, The Infinite Jester, helps us enforce restraint on the Yelping tards of the world. He is author of the hilarious blog, </span><a href="http://www.smilenaked.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Smile Naked</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">original review written by Steve M.</span></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">critical response by The Infinite Jester</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hopefully everyone has been following the trials and tribulations of my hair, but yet again I was forced to make a change. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>I hate you already. We've only just met, and I can already see the little Astro Boy spike on the front of your bangs that broadcasts to everyone within a 50 yard radius that the shrill, squeaky, "Jack from Will & Grace" voice is coming from you. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You seem to live a Reality Show in your head. Probably something that merges The Real World, Queer Eye, and The Biggest Loser. I don't watch any of those shows, and I'm sure you'd be voted off in the first episode of all them for being the guy who slapped the judge. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've never hated somebody in less than once sentence before. It's a euphoric experience and I can't wait to see what other remarkable droplets of inanity you have in store for me. Hopefully you'll regale us on why you were "forced to make a change." If we're lucky, it involves a homeless man, a bottle of tequila, and a monkey.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After following my stylist from one location to another she decided to move to DC without any consideration about who would cut my hair while she was gone so the quest for a new stylist begun yet again.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>That fucking bitch. And to think, you put her and her children through college. No, wait. That wasn't you. In fact, someone as self absorbed as you probably made her tease and touch-up every follicle before you'd even feign satisfaction, and never tipped. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The extra time spent on you probably cost her in lost clients. She moved around town several times before finally leaving town? Dude, she's running from you.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I decided to go back to Halo but this time to the Bucktown location where I met Melissa my new stylist until she decides to leave, move out of state, or quit and pursue some other career. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>All, I'm sure, you will be the direct cause for.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She definitely knows how to cut hair and she has been there awhile which is always a good sign.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>And yet, she hadn't heard of you. How did you not scratch her bitch eyes right out?</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Halo's are always $45 for a hair cut, but I find that it is well worth the money compared to the hair-cuts you get at some of the other chains. Also they offer the free two week touch up if you can find the time to stop back in which is nice. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>A feature that we can all assume you abused to the very brink of "company-wide policy change." Why wash the cum out of your hair, when you can just get a "touch up," right? Or is that too harsh? </span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Was it more of a last minute panic session, when you realized that one hair was floating just a bit too far to one side, and you only had an hour to get to the club before the House DJ left for the night? (I can see you charging in, screaming at the poor bastard getting a "Z" shaved into the back of his head to get the hell out of your chair, because this is an emergency and the meter is still running on the cab out front.)</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Plus the $45 gets you a scalp massage, hand treatment, mini-facial and a free drink. What else can you ask for? I would give it 5 stars, but it is 45 bucks.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>I rest my case on the earlier "no tipping" assessment. But seriously, sounds to me like you aren't going for "a haircut," as you claim. Like, for instance, "Sure, they charge $200 for a massage, but it's the best massage in town. I've been to a lot of massage parlors, and this place is really worth the money. The free blowjob is nice too."</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I highly recommend giving Melissa a chance to be your next stylist.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>Or, just send her condolences cards and listings for cities she might want to move to.</span></span></i></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-63829312820725818902010-05-14T15:39:00.000-07:002010-05-15T13:53:07.657-07:00Extreme Pizza - San Francisco, CA<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The second guest blogger is Harshly. He is well known for interviewing celebrities. Here's a link to his blog, </span><a href="http://big-interview.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Chip Wilson's Interviews with Big Celebrities</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Extreme Pizza - San Francisco, CA</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Original review written by Sharon U.</span></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>Critical response by Harshly</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My boyfriend and I are a pain in the royal ass when it comes to food. He's got celiacs and i'm allergic to dairy. Boring! And the one thing we can never order is pizza. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>I am starting to think that individuals suffering from digestive disorders or diseases which cause conflict with their dietary choices may have a compulsion to force this fact into the beginning of every conversation they participate in. At this point I'd like to point out that there are probably many things you "can never order". Simply amazing how one word like "can" totally makes you look like an ass.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Until now folks! </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>A new paragraph for this exclamation. Fantastic. Just fantastic</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Extreme Pizza now has really good gluten free pizza crust that you can get delivered pretty much anywhere in the City. You can only get it in the 12" size which my boyfriend ate all in one night he loved it so much. Oh and they have great soy cheese too. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>The first thing that strikes me is that your boyfriend evidently consumed the entire pizza (all in one night he loved it so much) yet here you are the one authoring this horrible review. Please keep in mind that readers would like to know the opinions of patrons who actually put food from the establishment being reviewed into their mouths, not reviews written by people who watched others eat the food.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Over all the pizza here is pretty good but their willingness to accommodate all kinds of dietary needs and still taste pretty darn good (ever had Amy's Rice Crust Pizza? It's so G-Ross our German friend who eats ANYTHING couldn't even finish it) is huge. Thanks corporate pizza place! </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>The first sentence of this next "paragraph" literally caused my eyes to vomit blood. Read it out loud. I am literally at a loss as to where I should start on this. I feel like I've just been asked to restore life to a cadaver. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I guess the statement starts out fine. The tone is a touch too conversational, but "and still taste pretty darn good" looks suspiciously like the end of the thought. Unfortunately, upon backtracking, you remember there was something back at "but their willingness..." which alluded to something more. It is at this point I realize that the parenthetical thought is what truly puts the kill shot into this sentence. A quick question to start things off, some strange e-thug script concerning "G-Ross", and then a passively insulting remark about the unquestionable appetites of German people. </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Finally, we have the predicate. Both words of it. After this literary abortion has been splattered across my awareness the paragraph ends with a shout out to "corporate pizza place". Was this a sarcastic high five to Amy's Rice Crust Pizza? I guess the far reaching tentacles of this corporate beast have yet to reached my hometown. Or did you actually forget the name of the establishment you were writing a review for? </span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I guess I'm not surprised by the ambiguity.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh and if you're ordering online - put Gluten Free Crust Please! in the comments section. I think it costs $4 extra but your gluten free friends will love you for it. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">>>>I suppose an unprofessional beginning to a review requires an unprofessional ending. Here is an interesting fact about Celiac Disease. Approximately 2 million people in the United States has it or about 1 in 133. I suppose if myself and 132 of my closest friends are sitting around thinking about ordering pizza, it would be easy to collect the 4 dollar fee for customizing the crust. Thanks for the propaganda.</span></span></i></div><div><br /></div></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-38246770336780848372010-05-13T09:13:00.000-07:002010-05-13T09:39:26.728-07:00Thang Long - Westminster, CA<div><b>Original review written by Cindy P.</b></div><div><i>critical response by Pickypants</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I understand the true meaning of "Meh. I've experience better" now.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Excellent, can you explain what it means? I've experience at ping-pong better than others, but I don't understand your context.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I love Pho Thanh Long, so I assumed that just a couple of stores down Thanh Long Restaurant should have something to offer.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Thank you for making me feel like a part of your world.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The decor is sooo cute and modern! </b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> That is sooo important!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>What I did not love was the food. I looked at the menu, and of course they serve pho here too</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Of course they do.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>in retrospect, I should have just ordered the pho and called it a night. Unfortunately, I didn't.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Dramatic tension!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The menu contained bun (vermicelli noodles), com tam (broken rice), pho, yellow noodles, and some appetizers. With a menu like that, I wasn't sure what their specialty was,</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> How could you? When a place serves com tam, all bets are off.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>so I was just going to order a bun thit nuong (vermicelli noodles with bbq pork), but then I had a moment of brilliance thinking that it will be best to ask the waiter for his opinion.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Sarcasm? </span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me: So, what do you recommend? What is your special? </b></div><div><b>Waiter: The white paper menu.</b></div><div><b>Me: You mean the item that your restaurant specializes in is not in the main menu?</b></div><div><b>Waiter: The white menu has our specials.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Oh no he did-hunt! Shit! Oh my fucking God! CHECKMATE THANG LONG! Everyone knows when you dine at a restaurant that serves bun thit nuong that you can't have a separate menu for specials! IDIOTS! I can't believe Cindy even took the time to chronicle this damning conversation, I would have run screaming.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Me: I'll take the Shakin' Beef. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><i>>>> That will teach them.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>But seriously, if a place can mess up their specialty food item then that makes me speechless because it speaks for itself. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I also get speechless when menu items speak for themselves.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Needless to say, I was super disappointed with my Shakin' Beef, it was mushy, bland in flavor, and their red rice was dry. In order to actually consume it, I HAD to use their lemon dipping sauce.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> The horror. Maybe you can ask them not to give you dipping sauce next time. Oh who am I kidding, fuck this place!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Maybe it was because I was there an hour before closing, but it really is no excuse for bad food.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I always say, never dine at a restaurant within one hour from closing. The food often gets defecated on as a kitchen ritual.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Just like the Saigon Restaurant that was here before Thang Long Restaurant, it can have my two stars! Seriously, "Meh. I've experienced better."</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Oh, I understand now what you meant at the beginning. The power you wield with your Yelp stars is staggering. I only hope you continue to use them wisely.</span></i></div><div><br /></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-409069610119291192010-05-12T14:32:00.000-07:002010-05-12T14:40:23.778-07:00Nearly Normal's - Corvallis, ORThis is the first critical response posted by a fellow blogger, <b>2Pete</b>. He asked me not to link his blog to this site, which makes me swell with pride. If you have an interest in submitting, please leave a comment below and I will contact you. -Pickypants<div><br /></div><div><b>Nearly Normal's - Corvallis, OR</b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Original review written by Michael N.</b></div><div><i>Critical response by 2Pete</i></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>I was back in Corvallis for Thanksgiving - and I had a list of things that I had to do.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>Hey Michael, it's nice to go home. Family is important. Good for you.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I had to hit up McMenamins for some brews</b></div><div><b>I had to hit up American Dream for some amazing pizza</b></div><div><b>I had to hit up one of my highschool teacher's houses. With eggs. (I kid I kid. Maybe.)</b></div><div><b>I had to hit up Local Boyz (oh Sweet Shoyu chicken how you haunt my dreams at night!)</b></div><div><b>But first and foremost - I *had* to get a sunburger at Nearly Normals.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>This was fun. Sort of like a poem, but waaay super-cuter. Ugh. That made me want to cut you. I feel child-molester-grossed out by your writing style (I kid I kid. Maybe).</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I went with the fakin' bacon sunburger. When we were ordering a companion asked about a strange looking machine in the back. We were told that it was the "patty making machine" that they use since they ship their patties all over the state. This made me nervous.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>Hey, way to remember the apostrophe at the end of "fakin'"! But did you really just write "a companion"? "A companion asked<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">" Whooaaa, what's that "strange machine?" </span></i></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></i></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Your companion wouldn't happen to have been a time traveler from the 1880s, would he? No, but seriously, I can understand why a patty making machine would make you "nervous." I was raped by a patty machine. Sounds like you probably were too. We should companion-up and talk about it. Your time traveling friend can come along and help us hunt for fantastical robots.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>When my burger arrived - it just looked... small. This made me sad.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>You're an idiot.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Did they switch over to smaller buns? I'm pretty sure they did. But the bigger concern was the patty. It was ruined. Whereas before it had been this huge organically shaped mass of awesomeness, now it is this 3/8" tall perfect cylinder with razor sharp edges - as if it came out of a... wait for it... patty making machine. It was a fraction of the size of the original. This made me cry. Well, OK - like any beer drinking, gun shooting, manly man I just gave it the stiff upper lip. But I felt like crying.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>Oooooh, I judged too soon Michael. NOW I understand your nervousness. Well-founded, amigo. But your Yelp photo is public: "beer drinking, gun shooting, manly man..." - you are none of these.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Great. Way to go guys. Thanks for ruining the thing that makes you all great just to save some time/money. Their other entrees are still good - but their burgers are no longer anything to write home about.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>Really? You ordered some other entrees after your disappointment with the burger. Your commitment is impressive. Truly, Yelp was made just for you: a haven from the loneliness of severe douche-baggery.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>We sat upstairs. It was brightly lit, with no music playing, loud shouting from downstairs echoing up the stairs (we thought there was a fight, turns out it was just the employees talking or something), person next to us reading a newspaper, etc. Bleh.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>I fucking hate newspaper readers, too. Fascist bourgeois pigs.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Yeah, I'll be back. but I ain't gonna be getting a burger.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>Word, brother! Get back on that horse and ride it! </span></i></div></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-15693432936349752832010-05-08T14:32:00.000-07:002010-05-08T14:49:49.650-07:00Sapphire Gentleman's Club - Las Vegas, Nevada<div>I found two reviews for this strip club in Las Vegas. Enjoy.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Original review written by Jessie K.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>DON'T GO unless you want to be raped by this money hungry non-strip club every time you turn around! </b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I love a review that grabs my attention right off the bat!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>As SOON as I got in they force you to buy $14 Bud Lights,</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Capital letters for emphasis aside, I hate being forced to buy a $14 Bud Light, not to mention several Bud Lights. I wonder how that conversation went?</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b> the stage is elevated so you can't get NEAR the ho's</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> The ho's what?</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>and the bouncers tell you where to move, they do NOT care anything about you having fun,</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I was very upset the last time someone did NOT care anything about me having fun.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>They treat the ho's the same way,</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> They also did NOT care anything about them having fun?</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>they are mean to them, and so the ho's are mean to you.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Its a vicious circle, I suppose. I wonder why they weren't nice to you when you obviously have so much respect for them?</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I should have listened to my local friend and gone to Spearmint Rhino- who still want $50 to get in, but at least it's a real strip club, not a club that has strippers. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><i>>>> Indeed, the worst thing is when you venture into a strip club, only to discover it is simply a club that has strippers.</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Don't be a victim like I was, I'm warning you now!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Warning heeded!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>This is probably the best review I have seen so far.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Original review written by Eugene Y.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>The girls were girls. The tig ole bitties were tig ole bitties (see diagram below).</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b> ( . )( . )</b></div><div><b> \ . /</b></div><div><b> / \ </b></div><div><b> </b> I <b>Y</b> I</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I actually have nothing to say. Good show Eugene.</span></i></div><div><br /></div></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-69030808653917339192010-04-29T13:22:00.000-07:002010-04-29T13:40:14.269-07:00Surfside 7 Cafe - Fort Collins, CO<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Original review written by Claire L.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div><b>This may be a punk rock bar, but that doesn't mean I should have to deal with douche bags.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Actually, I think that's exactly what that means.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I really wanted to give this place a chance since it looks like a good crowd, but I will never go back. Upon leaving the (disgusting, graffitied) bathroom, we are confronted with a giant crowd which we politely try to penetrate.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I've been there, friend.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>After ACCIDENTALLY nudging some giant septum-ringed female she shouts at us, "welcome to surfside bitches". Whoa. Hello fellow patron.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> This bar sounds excellent! I wonder why she only gave it one star.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I'm sorry I'm blond (sic) and just happen to be all dolled up because its (sic) my birthday, but does it really make your night to verbally assault my friend and i?</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Yes, what right does someone have to call you a bitch, when you only described her as being a giant septum-ringed female? And at a punk rock bar no less? The nerve!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Punk rock it may be, but seriously? If I'm here instead of at Wash bar then you know I'm not some classless doofus who doesn't care where I spend my money. So how about you DONT accost me?</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I am sure you said this to her as well, instead of talking shit in a Yelp review on your phone.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>This is not a reflection of the bar itself, but if all of its patrons are like this I'm done.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> A noble finish to a poised and classy review. But wait, there's an update to the review!</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>My precious baby cousin (don't tell him I call him that)</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I promise.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>has a band who played a show here. He, and about 300 other people I consider to be cool tell me I have to come back. So I will try it out this weekend, and let you guys know how it goes!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I will wait desperately for your final word.</span></i></div><div><br /></div></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-58600714416281768612010-04-28T18:28:00.000-07:002010-04-29T13:10:14.046-07:00Small Snippets of Rage<span style="font-weight:bold;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>These are smaller reviews, full of things that piss me off and defy sense.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><b>Applebee's - Salina, Kansas<br />Original review written by Vin F.<br /><br />Pulled off I70 at 10pm in Salina to look for dinner. Big town. No problem, right?</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I am guessing from your rhetorical question that it was in fact a problem, right?</span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>Why searching for dinner in Kansas is more exciting than in California:<br /><br />1) A severe thunderstorm came through and dropped a tornado less than 1 mile from us: we sought shelter in a gas station.<br /><br />2) This was followed by a massive squall line with high winds and horizontal rain: we stayed put at the gas station.</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> This is where the review loses me. What the fuck does a thunderstorm and a tornado have to do with this critical response? We don't care about you, or your stay at the gas station. In fact, I wouldn't care if a elephant shat in your mouth unless it happened in a restaurant.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>By the time the meteorological features of interest were done, it was almost 11pm. </b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> This sentence reads like a student who uses words to fill space rather than for maximum impact. "Meteorological features of interest" is a douchy phrase.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>Crapplebee's was across the street and open, which, at this point, were our two remaining criteria.</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Crapplebee's is a stunning example of word play, however, it demonstrates to me that you already have your mind made up.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>The food and ambience of this chain are ultra-mediocre, and I've never liked it. </b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>>"Ultra-mediocre." To be exceptionally moderate in quality.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>But at least the building was still standing.</b><div><b><br /></b><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> And scene. Thanks for the "Ultra" middling review. At least he used commas.</span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></i><br /><b>Trader Joe's - Jackson, Mississippi<br />Original review written by J.R.H.<br /><br />JRH, Trader Joe's - Jackson, MS<br /><br />Some of you Yelpers may not wonder where I go for all the ingredients needed when I restock the pantry for cooking at home---</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I don't know what I dislike more about this, the fact that he assumes only some of the people on Yelp don't wonder where he gets his ingredients, or the fact that he refers to them as "Yelpers."</span></i></span></span><i><br /></i><br /><b>you already guessed it, this TJs and the one in Cambridge, MA,</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Did we already guess it? So this guy is serious. Alright, his repulsive personal statement aside, I look forward to a review of this grocery store.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>where they stock the full selection of Charles Krug wines (ok, it's not 2buck chuck anymore--those new sin taxes pinch everything).</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Please leave your brilliant political commentary at the door.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>Here are some of the staples I go to Trader Joe's at least once per month -- the best value and high-quality<br /><br />--Apricot, Boysenberry, Raspberry, Apple-Cranberry, Pumpkin Butter jams/preserves for the Bristol Bakery Breads we buy. (TJ's has a great bread selection too--seven seed multigrain is one favorite).<br /></b><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> So again we return to this man's personal life. Not only does he assume (wrongly) that we care where he shops, he is actually listing what he frequently buys.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>--Blueberry Glazed and Lemon Ginger Scones, good enough I don't bother to attempt baking better ones.<br /><br />--Black refried beans, and every other variety of canned beans...who has time to soak and simmer these days?</b><br /><br /><b>--Eggplant/Garlic spreads and red-pepper tapenades -- great with any sort of vegetable or crackers you might have<br /><br />--hummus and baba ghanouj</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> It continues, one vein bullet point at a time. </span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>--tortillas of any variety. These TJ products are what I savor when I run out of my stash from El Indio in San Diego.</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> No one cares where your preferred tortillas come from. To make special mention of it here seems to only inflate your sad, miserable ego.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>--frosted oatmeal/cranberry dunkers<br /><br />--kettle corn</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I have to stop things here. The list continues, and that is the mass of his review. To be so overwhelmingly arrogant to assume that we, the readers, care anything about what he buys for parties is absurd.</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><b>Union Jacks Strip Club - Portland, Oregon<br />Original review written by Andrew C.<br /><br />Eastern Canadians call strip clubs, "Peelers".<br /><br />That's hilarious.<br /></b><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Is this a review or a stand-up routine?</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>They also pronounce "whores" like this -- Who-errs (1)(2)</b><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Alright, I don't know where this is going, but I am happy that this man's comments have footnotes.</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span><br /><b>(1) I am in no way labling exotic dancers as whores. In fact, I fall in love with them quickly and would like to take one on a picnic at the coast.<br /><br />(2) Just shedding light on things Canadians say differently than us. Funny, funny Canadians.</b><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> This is actually the end of the review. As strange and delightful though it may be, this is intended as a review for a business. If you wrote this for a newspaper and sent it to your editor, you would be fucked with a thumb-tack encrusted penis.</span></i></span></span></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365103002864898837.post-29600570014890643492010-04-28T12:15:00.000-07:002010-04-29T13:17:10.005-07:00Costina's - Springfield, OR<div><b>Original review written by Annie T.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><b>It's always exciting to go to a new restaurant in town, especially in Albany! (Have ya'll ever been to Albany?! Okay, I shouldn't knock a town that I chose to spend my time in...)</b><div><br /><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I already don't like you. You are from Oregon, you are hereby disallowed to use the word "y'all." </span></i></span><br /><br /><b>My significant other took me there last night... here is my story:</b></div><div><br /><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> If anyone can take anything from this blog, it is to please stop overusing the Ellipsis. It was created as a suspension point between two thoughts, and often used to display dramatic tension or emphasis. There is nothing that is being "unsaid" in that last statement, so please discontinue use of it.</span></i></span><br /><br /><b>I'm a huge fan of Italian food. Bread, pasta, creamy calorie filled sauces. Did I mention pasta?!</b></div><div><br /><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Yes, you did mention pasta. Oh, that was rhetorical. What a funny joke. Your colloquial stream of consciousness might do you well in conversation (though I doubt it), but please refrain from using it as a writing tool.<br /></span></i></span><br /><b>Tortellini = YUM. And I wonder why I have a slight weight problem!</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Getting too personal in your review is the first lesson you learn in any critical response seminar or class. We, the readers, don't give a shit about you, the critic, as a person. We want the information on the restaurant, not your personal life.<br /></span></i><br /><b>Carino's serves delicious fresh bread once you are seated, it's accompanied with garlic and olive oil, a very good combo in my book!</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Again, we don't care about you, or your book. Please keep yourself out of the review.<br /></span></i><br /><b>Soup or salad is served with entrees - I selected the garlic potato soup since it's a personal favourite. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Wait, are you British, or Southern?<br /></span></i><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">However, I think Campbell's Soup makes it better. I was less than impressed. However, the salad looked good - I'll select that next time.</span></b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I think we can gather that you were "less than impressed" when you state that "Campbell's Soup makes it better."<br /></span></i><br /><b>Appetizers - kinda strange selection for an Italian joint. Nachos is (sic) something you'd see at Red Robin or Apple Bee's. But I guess variety is a good thing?</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Is that a rhetorical question?<br /></span></i><br /><b>We went with the Fire Sticks since all the waitresses (more on that later!) were pushing them on all unsuspecting customers.</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> More on that later? My eyes bleed. Are you going to tell us more about the waitresses or the "Fire Sticks?" If it about the waitresses, what context are you providing? Should we be expecting good things about these waitresses, or bad things. Since you have a "slight weight problem," I would assume the latter.<br /></span></i><br /><b>And oh. my. goodness. They were amazing. Amazing. I'll just get an order of Fire Stick (sic) next time for dinner - and not share with anyone.</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I am less and less wondering why you have a "slight weight problem."<br /></span></i><br /><b>Dinner - ahhh, still not sure what I think of it.</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Fantastic, I am sure the people who spend millions of dollars marketing and franchising this restaurant are excited to read this critical response.<br /></span></i><br /><b>I ordered the Cheese Tortellini and added chicken for $3. However, the chicken was (sic) very thin strips and I had to search for them. I (sic) not picky when it comes to chicken, but I definitely wasn't impressed.</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I need more clarity here. Was the only problem with the chicken the quantity? Or was the quality in question as well? I know you not picky, but what specifically were you unimpressed with?<br /></span></i><br /><b>The tortellini itself was okay. Not the best, not the worst. The sauce didn't look appealing, however tasted okay.</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> These two sentences (if you can call them that) portray no actual information about anything. Also, for any future reviewers, the word "okay" is not a specific enough adjective to describe your experiences.<br /></span></i><br /><b>They go skimpy on the parmesan cheese that gets freshly grated on top at the table - after 20 seconds of grating cheese any person would feel like it's time to say stop. However so little cheese was coming out! Give me cheese people!!</b></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I think I understand the joke at the beginning of the review now: "And I wonder why I have a slight weight problem!", you assume we all know you personally and read your reviews. Having read this far in, I now see that you can't stop talking about the quantity of food you ingest. I would imagine this is a "slight" theme in your reviews.<br /></span></i><br />Waitresses: Okay, I'm a little chubby. Not too chubby, just got a few extra pounds, noooo big deal. My man loves me the way I am. Blah blah blah.</div><div><br /><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> What in the name of God just happened to this review? I want to let any readers know I do not edit around long reviews, I let them stand on their own. Each awkward word and sentence shines in its own mediocrity. And who, Annie, are you trying to convince about your size? I think the phrase "Blah blah blah" is the most apt thing I have read so far.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I'm not jealous of the skinny-minis, I love my food and I don't like to work out. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Welcome to America.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>There was not one single overweight waitress/hostess/chef in the joint - pretty strange if you ask me, but whatever. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Let's assume you are making a comment about people who serve quality food being skinny, i.e. not eating enough of the food they prepare. Should we assume that everyone else has as little of control over eating as you do? To such an extent that its "pretty strange" if they don't?</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>But ohhhh my did they flirt with my man!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Ah, this must be the "more about that later!" you promised us. </span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Yes, he's hot. That's an established fact in my book -</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Your book might be missing a few pages.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>but to google him with your eyes and undress him every single time you walk by? Uh, no.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> This has to be the most confusing part of this review. I think the word you're searching for is "ogle." However, the idea of a waitress "googling" someone with her eyes is a fascinating thought. Also, am I to assume you mean the waitresses undressed your man with their eyes? Because as written, it is unclear.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Not acceptable. Blatant smiles and staring? Not acceptable when you're working.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Perfectly acceptable off the job.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>I stayed quite (sic) until he asked - why are they all staring at me? We laughed it off and had a nice evening,</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Yes I can tell it didn't bother you at all.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>but seriously? Look, but don't stare AND smile.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> So staring or smiling would be appropriate, but not at the same time? I just want to be clear about your rules, in case I see your man, and need to act appropriately.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Next time, if we ever go back, I will ask to speak to management. Ladies, he's going home with me.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> God help him. I have to point out it has been quiet (sic) a while since we have heard anything about the restaurant.</span></i></div><div><br /><b>Overall, I'd rather eat at Olive Garden. Or Taco Bell. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> Checkmate. You should have written this at the top of your review, so we wouldn't have to suffer through it.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>But I do thank my love for taking me out on a fun date! Love ya :)</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> No Annie, thank you! Has the modern review become a hip-hop song with a "shout out" section at the end? Don't answer that Annie, its rhetorical.</span></i><br /><br /><b>Perhaps I should end on a serious note? Pastini is by far the best pasta joint - it's worth the drive up I-5. Happy Eatings!!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">>>> I fear after this review Annie, I am not going to be taking your advice on anything, except maybe on how to express my need for attention in a thinly veiled attempt to review a restaurant. </span></i></b></div></div>Pickypantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15509700503258482571noreply@blogger.com0