Tone setting.

I usually try to be a harsh judge on restaurants. Working in one for a couple of years, with no foreseeable escape, has a tendency to horribly jade a person. As an angry culinary graduate, coming from the lap of luxury to the dust of the grinding stone, I think I can carry a bit of clout and a semi-sensitive palate. I take my word on a restaurant seriously, and though I show mercy on workers and the horrific days the kitchen renders, I put forth the best product I can offer daily. I expect the same. I hate food service. Hate it. Make your own damn dinner. Quit killing us and making us bend backwards simply to try and pay rent.

I apologize to every worker whom I make work harder, but this is me trying to get our word out.

-The0