ah, that magical time, the last hour we're open, those lovely 60 minutes that we in the kitchen refer to as "douchebag hour". last night it was in full effect. ya know, it never ceases to amaze me how annoyed i get at late tables. listen, i know that we're open an hour later than most places in town, and we're right in the heart of the bar scene...i understand why it happens. and after 12 years on the line you'd think i'd be used to late tables. and i am, i guess...but they still piss me off. i've mentioned it before, i just don't understand why it's okay to roll into a restaurant five minutes before they close and spend a half hour eating. you can't roll into best buy five minutes before they close and spend a half hour looking at flatscreens...even though you're potentially spending thousands of dollars, they're closing, and gtfo.
now, we're a bar, and we're open for a while after we stop serving food. but still. don't be that guy. or that guy and ten of that guy's buddies. there's a reason we call it douchebag hour.
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could not agree more. What if the douchebag bys you a drink? Would that easy the pain?
nope. it's the principal of the thing. don't get me wrong, i'd LET the douche buy me a drink but then i'd go back in the kitchen and go "that douche just bought me a shot. what a tool"
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