>People Love Themselves on Yelp, volume 3

>Had few complaints about diners from last night’s shift, except a group of Westlake Chodes sitting in the bar who complained that the Caesar had anchovies (amazing white anchovies, see this post for how I will use them for world domination), then sent the ribeye back to be murdered to a helpless medium-well, then loudly bitched that restaurants that only serve wine and beer are “fucking cheap.”

Go back to Bikinis, you tasteless chodes. Try not to date rape anyone on your way.

So onto the Yelpers whose tyranny continues to give me angina:

  • I wish I had known the Aloo Gobi was going to be spicy.
  • I’m just now getting into Indian food, so I might not be the best judge, but this place is freakin fantastic!!
  • My wife and I had num nums here on Saturday after seeing a show at the Civic. (that’s a bit personal, don’t you think?)
  • So at work I’m known as the Yelp girl. People come to me all the time asking for restaurant recommendations for this or that. (two guesses: 1) they’re trying to get in your pants – no one thinks yelpers have the slightest clue what they’re talking about or 2) you work from home)
  • “Her blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself…” Louis, Interview with the Vampire (Somewhere, a Hot Topic is missing its resident “Creepy guy”)
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