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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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