Like many consumers, when I have a bad customer service experience, often my only real solace lies in knowing I can Yelp them back to the stone age.
This opportunity does not arise much anymore since I had my son. It isn't that I'm afraid to take the boy into public places. He's generally easy-going and I usually have all the tools to prevent him from getting too dirty, hungry, tired, or bored, in short, everything I need to ward off a tantrum.
No, I am unable to eat at restaurants because I am broke. That's it. I have no money. I don't even remember the last time we went to a restaurant. Wait, I do. It was the IHOP on Thanksgiving Day. We went to Sacramento to visit the relatives, and had to eat on the road. We spent somewhere around $30 including tip. In general, we simply don't have that kind of discretionary income to spend on pancakes.
Now, I read Yelp reviews like it's food porn. My god, if I just had $100.00 to spare, I could eat like a king at Mobo Sushi. While I cry into my fried rice. By the way, I fried it myself. The tears made it extra salty.
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