Ok, so if you haven’t guessed, it’s the 4th. I had never eaten at this restaurant until a few days ago when a co-worker was reading bits and pieces of this blog to me and I became intrigued. Regardless of who any of these people are, or what their intentions may be, the food here was wonderful. I am an avid meat eater who wound up marrying an extremely picky vegan. Even at vegan-sclusive restaurants, I normally have to suffer through inedible bullshit dressed as real food, pay through my nose to do so, and still hear her bitch. Well guess what, she didn’t. And I was happy to pay, even though the prices were so reasonable that I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash were they twice what they were. It was fucking delicious all round, and the service was phenomenal. When I ordered a vodka tonic, they suggested I tried their house infused cucumber vodka. I did, and they were right. This place was fantastic, the other customers around us seemed equally pleased, and from the cheerful conversation and bouts of laughter going on at the bar, I can only assume that this place has regulars for a reason. So there you go. But honestly, you should try a restaurant because you’re hungry, not because you read a blog, and if you’ve got nothing nice to say, you should try masturbating, because it’s honestly a much better use of your time than blasting a business. It also feels really good when the cum comes out!

If you’re above all the comments, then perhaps you should stop reading and commenting on them. Let your “work” and “professionalism” speak for itself and stop pandering to admins to save you from the fire you threw yourself in with your Swartz Stockholm Syndrome.

Or at least you could just get drunk and write illegible tangents under a pseudonym like your team leader, Zavala. That would at least be more entertaining than your whining.