Cliche Pun on Book Title

eat. drink. be merry.

I rarely send anything back to the kitchen unless it’s god-awful or cooked wrong. I usually assume it came out as the kitchen intended, and if I don’t like it, that’s bad ordering on my part. Or I just won’t go back to the restaurant. I think the last thing I sent back in memory was a salad that was absolutely drenched in dressing. I got a replacement with the dressing on the side, no problem.

Posted at 10:05am.

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