The management decision to do a paint, turpentine or lacquer job inside the restaurant on Friday night should be enough to fire somebody.
What a bunch of loons! To have to sit and smell that crap while getting a drink and waiting on a table lasted about one sip before we had to get the hell out of there for some fresh air outside. The pregnant woman working there probably gave her baby it's first "high" after last night!
Service is so-so as well. The food is better than the service but the stench and stink of fresh paint was just too much.
I wish I had the night over and half off my bill.
Ugh.
CEO, Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street in '82. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors, '95. White Earth Chippewa. Raised on reservations. Conservative. NYSE/FINRA arbitrator. Drexel Burnham alum. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world elevated on a tech-driven dopamine binge, he trades from GHOST RANCH on the Yellowstone River in MT, TN farm, PAMELOT or CASA TULE', the family winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, will always be, an optimist.
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