My Anti-Pick-of-the-Week

It's a tie! Congratulations to Our Friendly Neighborhood Grill, Applebees, and, Disgusting Russian Family! Its been a long hard week of sorting them out and picking a favorite, but here they are, the Anti picks of the week!

Disgusting Russian Family; spotted from afar at the local Starbucks (Matt's work), they appeared to be having a fine time hanging out at the tables outside the store--laughing and talking, as if life couldn't be better! Upon closer inspection (if you're eating right now, skip this part), it looks as though one of their children was very sick--the evidence being a large pile of vomit on the ground next to their table, not to mention just about directly in front of the entrance. To avoid disturbing their good time, they threw a napkin over it so they could only see half of the pile instead of the whole thing. Never one to let a good ol' case of the flu to get her down, one of the Russian women proceeded behind me to the counter to order a large round of yummy lattes and hot chocolates for the kids. How sweet! Apparently though, they were hoping the starbucks employees would clean up the pile AFTER making their beverages, so as not to contaminate their drinks with icky flu germs. She returned to the tables as I left, handing out drinks to the group of smiling, thankful faces, who greedily drank them up while swapping cute stories about what their silly little rugrats did this week. According to inside sources, they left a while later, leaving a better-than-gold tip for the employees to clean up! This Anti pick of the week goes to you and your fine manners (not to mention your stomachs of steel for being able to sit next to a pile of puke for so long), disgusting Russian family!

And, well, in retrospect, Applebees doesn't seem so bad now--but they at least get a shout out. Applebees, you consistently have the worst food I've ever tasted, and pretty shabby service, too. I am ashamed to admit that I've been there more than once, but sometimes its late and you're hungry--a girls got to do what a girls got to do. Every time that I trick myself into thinking it wasn't that bad, and I try it again, I always rue the day. Yuck. Not to mention the 50 tv's always set to some terrible channel, bad sports paraphernalia, cheesy Hollywood crap, and a group of locals at the bar that need no further explanation than the fact that they attend happy hour everyday at Applebees. And dear Melissa, our server, what in the world did we do to insult you so bad? Why do you hate us? yikes. As the fellows at the bar say; Applebees, this one's for you.