Because yelling at the waiter in person is scary and requires quick thinking for that "here's a tip for ya..." line, enjoy some anonymous help-bashing instead at F You Yelper, a brand-new collection of carefully curated culinary rage pulled from posts on everyone's favorite community that doesn't feature Joel McHale occasionally being charming. Choice rants include:
The Yelper Who Was Raised With Manners, Abuse: "Perhaps my problem was that I was raised with manners and other cultures were raised to fight for the right to a bakery item. When I finally retrieved the cakes, the sales girl looked at me and said Is this what you have been waiting for. I wanted to smash her face into the cake".
The Yelper Who Can't Believe It's Not Butter...From A Specific Dairy Farm With Which He's Familiar: "When it came to some of the dishes, our head waiter seemed to not know the answer one too many times. I am not talking about specific ingredients or wine pairings, but simple questions like where the butter came from, or how many counts in the espresso".
The Yelper Who Uses Capitals, But Probably Can't Name Any International Ones: "This restaurant is CONFUSED. Going for dainty frenchy place, with menu item names you cant pronounce. Owner is super white. But everyone else is mexican with HUGE accents, that make it a mexican restaurant atmosphere instead = mess up ambiance. There's Nothing Wrong with hespanics!! It just messes the ambiance. Its like having Chinese accent guy serving you Indian food".
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