Guess where I'm eating?
Lori Midson

Guess where I'm eating?

See that blasphemous sandwich above? It's meant to be a French dip -- a French dip stacked with sliced prime rib. But if you look closely, you'll notice that there's nothing sliced, shaved or otherwise sheared about it. Instead, some idiot in the kitchen who was obviously still on a baby-food diet apparently thought I was on the same diet and wanted, you know, my food slashed Freddy Krueger style and masticated. Honestly?  This may very well be the worst whack job I've ever seen on prime rib. Hell, on anything.

Guess where I'll never eat again?

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