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My go-to drink when eating out is a Patrón Reposado (if they have it) Margarita on the rocks.

SO I went out with Joph last Friday to have a bite, and after roaming arounda bit, we settled on this Mexican joint in downtown Naperville, Potter's Place. If I ever meet Potter, he's going to get his jaw kicked in so hard his mother's gonna feel it. My first mistake was to go into a Mexican joint named in English. Next time unless it's Lupita's or Agave, I'm soldiering on.

We go in and order some margaritas and dinner. The chips and salsa were all right, but it's hard to fuck that up. The worst I can say for them is that they needed salt. My fajitas were tasteless, and Joph's tacos came in a red plastic fries basket. I'm convinced the cook had hypertension and/or fear of condiments. Whatever. It was the drinks that floored me.

They tasted odd, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Joph said that it tasted carbonated, which I wouldn't know b/c I never drink carbonated drinks. After much cursing and attempts to drink my fucking drink which resulted in my stomach revolting, I asked the waiter WTF. He looked innocent at first, and then all of a sudden a lightbulb turned on and he said "Does it taste like Sierra Mist"?



Yep.


I just looked him in the eye and said "No, no. Don't do that. Don't EVER do that." Turns out they felt it was their special "twist" on the drink. Fuckers. Their mother should have aborted them to save me the tragedy of wasting $9 on the worst margarita ever.

We would have, except Joph and I are the very Soul of Manners. We got through the meal gleefully pretending to vomit and then we gave a bad tip.

Passive aggressive FTW!

Well, I generally tip about 20%. I hate to out-right stiff the waitstaff because some things are out of their control such as food quality.

In this case though, the waiter did bring us our food and perform the standard minimum services you'd expect. But he was intentionally shifty in saying what was wrong with our drinks and he made no attempt to make the situation better when it was obvious that we were displeased. I won't blame him for the bar making shitty drinks but I did blame him for his (lack of) response. So he got something like 10% when all was said and done. And, honestly, he was lucky to get that except that Flea & I were in a good mood, being out on a date and all.

This is NOT true when visiting a foriegn country like Korea. I went to Wendy's there and their burgers were SOY! I fucking HATE SOY! The worst part about it was that in the area I was in, I had a choice between that and breaded calamari.

I was sooo hungry.

Dood, breaded calamari is teh yum.

I couldn't tell any difference between McDonalds in China vs McDonalds in the US. It was my backup restaurant in case I ended up with a bad meal somewhere.

Mex Burger. The perfect mix of beef and jalapénos:P

Same.

They did put some really strange tangy tarty sauce on every burger every place I went. I'm not sure exactly what it was...tasted like ketchup and mayonaise mixed...maybe it was. I never really asked.

When I was in spain, I hit a burger king there and when I asked for 1 more ketchup packet, the register person got flustered and upset like ketchup is worth it's weight in gold in Europe or something.

The single greatest rib joint, ever.

Just go, order half a rack of ribs, drip some of their hot sauce on it, and enjoy. Great stuff.

Every time I go to Subway, I leave convinced that their olives are made from black sapphires or something. Each one placed on my sandwich cases the "sandwich artist" to wince in actual physical pain at its loss.

How I first read it.

Same here. Can't stand those things. So of course my daughter has to HAVE those things on everything.

I will either order a good steak, as rare as they come, or a pasta dish, as long as it's long noodles, preferably angel hair. I always request vegetables as the side dish though. And I'll get the soup too, as long as it's not cream based.

I really don't eat French fries all that much, unless they're from In-n-Out Burger.