I originally titled this post “Amy’s Buggery Company” which I thought was a hilarious joke on the subject matter, but after about two seconds of thought, I realized I was making a very different joke from the one I intended. So there you go; enjoy the watered down version.
Speaking of watered down versions, have you heard the latest from the insanity cesspool that is Amy’s Baking Company? Man, did you see that smooth rhetorical transition I just did there? This is why I get paid
fat sacks of cash money absolutely nothing to write on the Internet.
The latest from Amy’s is that when you order a vodka martini, you’ll get dead flies added to your drink at no added cost. This is an incredible value. You have no idea how hard it is to find a restaurant willing to add insects to your drinks. Usually, they’re all “oh god, how did that get there, I’m so sorry, let me fix that for you.” Or worse, they don’t even serve insects with their drinks to begin with! How is that fair? I argue that it is not.
The best part is you also get an example of what really, really great customer service looks like:
When our meal at Pita Jungle was finished, we jokingly asked our waitress if she could go to Amy’s and buy us a slice of the chocolate mousse cake we had heard was so good, (and possibly not baked by Amy, according to several reports). To our surprise and delight, she agreed to walk over there and buy it for us. We gave her the money to do so. The slice of cake was $10.90.
How can you not love that? I hope the servers at Pita Jungle wear identifiable uniforms; it would really add to the punchline of this whole thing.
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Annnnnnnd that’s the line. That, right there. That was it.
We’ve crossed the line. It’s not funny anymore.
I feel responsible for this. If this becomes a show? If this actually becomes a thing? I don’t know if I can live with having that blood on my hands.
I just don’t know.