I work at a great local restaurant in the city. We have a diverse menu, take lots of care to make it special and unique. Yet every week, at least one table has to come in and shit on it. "I don't understand this.” ”None of this appeals to me.” "Who eats this food? Yuck." This without ordering a damn thing. I am a nice, pleasant human and will go through anything you don't get or understand, but for fuck's sake work with me, be a half decent person!
Here's a thought—before you make the reservation, look up the menu online. If it doesn't appeal to you—go to Montana's. I get different strokes, but why come into a restaurant to shit all over it and make me uncomfortable.
P.S. After you stopped your assholery and ordered, you loved everything. Dick. —Server Grip