My advice for the day: never eat at a restaurant where the manager is a balding man and all the employees are attractive women or teenaged boys. As I learned the other day, this means that the manager will be garrulous, convinced of his own importance in the world, and also willing to impart at top volume such gems of wisdom as "I've been with my girlfriend for 5 years and 2 kids and she shouldn't expect an engagement ring any time soon!" At least he wasn't addressing this to me, or I might have gone on one of my real-world rampages that, under normal (non-sick or- exhausted) conditions tend mainly to occur in print or inner monologue. So maybe there were some men in the restaurant who found this information added to their dining experience, but as for me: UGH. Apparently cowpatties were the plat du jour that day.
It is surprising how pieces of information such as the age and attractiveness of the manager and the age and attractiveness of the staff can provide an overall snapshot of the dining experience, sometimes more so than the proposed menu.
It is surprising how pieces of information such as the age and attractiveness of the manager and the age and attractiveness of the staff can provide an overall snapshot of the dining experience, sometimes more so than the proposed menu.
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