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You Got Yelped!!!


This edition of my "You Got Yelped!!!" series looks at how the business of a restaurant can affect the attitudes of customers and waiters alike.  More so on the customers side, because as far as I know, I am not responsible for bringing business into a restaurant.  I provide a valuable service once the customers are seated, but promotions and marketing are not part of the service that I provide.

Which brings me to "Ladytron K."  CLICK HERE for her Yelp profile.  She has high expectations, but is delusional about what good service is, and should seriously consider dousing herself in truffle oil and dressing her own salads with herself.  She writes on one particular experience:

My boyfriend bought  a $50 for $100 deal on http://Ladeals.com, a Groupon type site.   When we arrived at the place, we realized why they were on the Groupon circuit. The restaurant was an absolute ghost town. There were probably 5 people in the restaurant which was a relief to us because the goal was to be in and out. My birthday party was to start at 9:30ish and our reservation was at 8. This could work, right? WRONG. It could not work because the service at (restaurant) is beyond bad, even by LA standards.  I understand that coupons annoy the crap out of the every waiter on earth but COME ON. We were probably one of 3 tables he had that entire night. Unless there is a secret door that leads to a crazy packed restaurant, I really cannot imagine what the hell he was doing the entire time we were there. 

I'm actually am going to stop right here.  Ladytron K. admits out-the-gate that her boyfriend took her out for her birthday dinner using a coupon.  A coupon!  Her problems go far beyond her server not being around enough to satisfy her needs.  She needs to start with Yelping about her cheap boyfriend.  And needing to get to her "birthday party?"  Are you ten years old?  Sorry you were late for your Jolly Jump, pony rides, and face painting, but grow up you crackwhore!  If the server wasn't there enough for you, maybe you should take the hint.  You are NOT a likable person, and you need to rethink your values and place in this universe.

Ladytron K., YOU GOT YELPED!!!

Until next time... Server's don't pay their rent with compliments.

"Bitter.  Party of 1?  Your table is ready."

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