Monthly Archives: March 2014

ruth’s chris – chicago – dearborn + hubbard

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Electronic comment to Ruth’s Chris re: my dinner there last night.  Please excuse brevity and grammatical errors.

The women’s bathroom at this location was COMPLETELY unacceptable.  I was in the first stall.  The dirty toilet bowl brush was in plain view and there were two down market bath tissue roll holders on the stall wall; one with no bath tissue, the other with just a few squares.  

at the sink, there was an empty bottle of liquid soap and NO PAPER TOWELS.

i alerted the hostess and she was like, oh, there is a soap dispenser in the sink.  then she yelled for someone to do a bathroom check.  that’s it.  no apology.  no empathy.  

i did speak with a manager who apologized profusely, but the damage was done.  i brought CLIENTS to your restaurant, two of whom are female, and i cringe when I think that they were subjected to that bathroom.  

very disappointing.  i think the bathroom at the Lodge is nicer.

-j.

grapes

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There was an Asian washing grapes in the ladies room at the convention center this morning. She took handfuls of the fruit out of the produce bag, rinsed them and then put them in a Tupperware container. I almost vomited.

napa?

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There’s a stranger in my bed,
There’s a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ’s passed out in the yard
Barbie’s on the barbeque
This a hickie or a bruise

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I’m screwed
Oh well
It’s a blacked out blur
But I’m pretty sure it ruled
Damn

Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we’re gonna stop
Op-oh-oh

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don’t know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandeliers on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrant’s out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I’m screwed
Oh well
It’s a blacked out blur
But I’m pretty sure it ruled
Damn

Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois

Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we’re gonna stop
Oh whoa oh

This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again)
This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again)
This Friday night

T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.

Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois

Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we’re gonna stop
Oh-whoa-oh
This Friday night
Do it all again

– Katy Perry