tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049802.post3992578347126249875..comments2024-03-22T10:52:36.273-07:00Comments on snarkolepsy: See what I mean?she said:http://www.blogger.com/profile/15003430767746896739noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049802.post-28345968998562451982020-08-26T15:00:17.980-07:002020-08-26T15:00:17.980-07:00Huh. I did not know this about men, because they w...Huh. I did not know this about men, because they will basically eat anything. I'm neutral on ambiance because some of the best food that came out of the Valley was from run down dive places. It used to be a sport here. You rarely find this now. But one of my favorite burrito places in Mountain View was in very bad disrepair. The ceiling was almost falling down. If you hadn't already been initiated you would never go to that place. They would have never ever survived in the world of Yelp.she said:https://www.blogger.com/profile/15003430767746896739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049802.post-21374321177534001732020-08-26T11:36:45.438-07:002020-08-26T11:36:45.438-07:00"I didn't think it much mattered to them ...<i>"I didn't think it much mattered to them because they are guys."</i><br /><br />Things I am paying for by being inside a restaurant:<br /><br />1. No flying insects attacking my food.<br />2. No fucking seagulls attacking my food.<br />3. No napkins blowing off the table.<br />4. No drinks getting prematurely warm.<br />5. No pretense that we're enjoying the weather.<br />6. No homeless people coming up to me demanding tribute for being worthless assholes while I eat my food.<br /><br />The last two especially were a thing in Seattle.<br /><br />When I'm eating food for fuel instead of food for enjoyment, I used to like going to food courts because I didn't really have to choose what to eat until I got there. If other people were with me, I didn't have to be stuck with their decisions that I didn't like.<br /><br />Until I got to Seattle.<br /><br />Without fail, any time I'd try to eat at Westlake Center on the way to somewhere else, there would be some scruffy asshole trying to shake shekels out of me while I was eating.<br /><br />So I stopped bothering with that and embraced the cleanly non-fuckedupness of restaurants even when I just wanted food for fuel.Capital of Texas Refugeenoreply@blogger.com