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My Second Most Humiliating Break-up

April 26, 2012

ME: Welcome to Arby’s. May I take your order? RACHEL: Jeff, we need to talk. ME: Please drive up to the first window. RACHEL: I think it’s better this way. ASSHOLE JOCK: Order me some curly fries, okay? ME: Who the fuck is that? ASSHOLE JOCK: Get me some fucking curly fries, nerd. RACHEL: I [...]

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Five More Reasons I Hate Going To Mexican Restaurants With My Father

April 2, 2011

5. He mispronounces Spanish words when interacting with the waitstaff. Sometimes this is on purpose–as in the case of tor-till-ah (instead of tor-tee-ah) and kwey-sah-dill-ah (instead of kay-sah-dee-yah), and sometimes it’s because he’s too goddamned dumb to know the difference. As in the case of gwack-a-mole (instead of wah-ka-mo-le) and kwee-soh (instead of kay-soh). Also, [...]

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