On a similar note, whenever I have to cancel a reservation at one of NY's trendy restaurants, I always make sure I call and apologize profusely for their inconvenience. Because perish the thought I might be blacklisted by the restaurant mafioso, and never be able to get a reservation again for a birthday, anniversary or other special occasion.
I'm not sure which is more pathetic: an establishment that forces customers to grovel to do business with it and thus offers the opposite of customer service, or a customer who grovels to such an obnoxious establishment. Me, I will go to Tad's Steaks.
The night I went, I had to change the time of the reservation and they were perfectly obliging because they had room to maneuver.
It's poor judgment to be rude in the first instance to people who have momentary power over you, whether they be reservationists, clerks, customer service reps, etc.
This sounds like what I imagine hell to be like. People networking, namedropping and tweeting all over the place like they have uncontrollable social diarrhea.
I'll still with the corner diner and their omelettes.
As usual, the HuffPo gets the level of journalism it (doesn't) pay for.
But congrats on Gawker's "biggest traffic month ever"!
(If I were the editor-in-chief of a new site covering the entertainment industry, I might do the tiny bit of work it would take to corroborate that statistic rather than just accepting the head of the company's party conversation as the last word on the subject -- but as a mere commenter, I know it must be true.)
Wasn't that a thrilling piece? My favorite part was when Sharon mentioned how Zack and AC wouldn't sit in the same booth and that Screech was drinking Kool Aid Great Bluedini out of his He-Man thermos.
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It was nice enough, but the food was so rich I was up all night. Next year, I pick my birthday dinner restaurant.
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On a similar note, whenever I have to cancel a reservation at one of NY's trendy restaurants, I always make sure I call and apologize profusely for their inconvenience. Because perish the thought I might be blacklisted by the restaurant mafioso, and never be able to get a reservation again for a birthday, anniversary or other special occasion.
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And as a complete nobody, I still go to restaurants to eat good food.
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The night I went, I had to change the time of the reservation and they were perfectly obliging because they had room to maneuver.
It's poor judgment to be rude in the first instance to people who have momentary power over you, whether they be reservationists, clerks, customer service reps, etc.
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The food was good; it just wasn't my style -- very '40s Algonquin Grill.
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I'll still with the corner diner and their omelettes.
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To the point of regurgitation.
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At least it was quick. I'll miss ya, buddy.
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But congrats on Gawker's "biggest traffic month ever"!
(If I were the editor-in-chief of a new site covering the entertainment industry, I might do the tiny bit of work it would take to corroborate that statistic rather than just accepting the head of the company's party conversation as the last word on the subject -- but as a mere commenter, I know it must be true.)
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