The Restaurant Website That Makes It Impossible to Find Its Menu
Our menu? Menu…. Oh, the "menu"! Yes, sorry, didn’t follow what you meant at first. We can’t remember the last time someone actually asked for that.
Our menu? Menu…. Oh, the "menu"! Yes, sorry, didn’t follow what you meant at first. We can’t remember the last time someone actually asked for that.
If you pat me on the back, I’d prefer to feel like it’s because I earned it.
What business is it of yours if I put mango in my risotto? Hm?
You’re telling us that our beloved home--a place where many Hagen-Hogan BrätBoy Brats™ have been happily consumed--isn’t worth your time?
We are strongly discouraging any food vloggers, frat bros, or any self-proclaimed "spice fiends" from coming to Tony’s Tavern (off I-85, exit 17).
Grape that went under the refrigerator: I swear it bounced off my knee and shot directly under the fridge.
That’s great, Sylvia. I’ll just make a note of that for my records. Do you mind if I change the subject while we wait for our server to arrive?
We figured you just weren’t hungry or something, considering how often you used to snack on us.
Just goes to show you what 520 calories and 24 grams of protein per sandwich can do for your kids.
How many grams of protein do you consume each day? What do you mean you don’t know? Don’t you count your macros, bro?
A brief mea culpa from me: as the lone cook of this dinner, I cannot help but feel that I have to bear at least some responsibility for this.
What’s that they’re talking about now? "Where’s Aunt June’s fun dip?” The fuck is fun dip? Christ in heaven, this is Thanksgiving!