To Rino's waitresses---Ever heard of a chill pill? Attacking everyone at a large table of costumers and then backpeddling and trying to be all chipper near the end of the meal to land a bigger tip doesn't fly with me. 15% for you, and no returns to the restaurant. Bummer for Rino.
To Rino---Your Italian food is deeeelish! My tummy thanks you. P.S. See above memo to your waitresses and hire some new ones.
|Half of the group at dinner last night. A group of couples who live in East Boston. We call ourselves the Easties. O.k., I call us the Easties.|
To Five Guys---We obviously like you a small amount. Please do not tempt us more than 3 times a year. Or something like that.
|We had to take our little foreign exchange student/nephew Oscar out for an American hamburger. Right?! Right.|