Shitty takeout trauma

Because I haven't written consistently in the last ten days, the ordering of the posts will be all messed up and confusing, and things will make sense only if you read everything end-to-end including the daily journal posts yadda yadda yadda. Who cares, this is a piece of art, think of it as so, and to truly appreciate it you need to put a bit of thought into it and not just think, ohh lol so that's what he did huuh. Going onward posts will be referring to events that'll be talked about in the far future, and I'm, whatever, deal with it.

After getting the cute lil' doggo back home from Eastern Wash., we rested for a bit, and SK decided to order takeouts. Since most places were closed, he did this steak place which was decently rated. What a fucking fiasco it was.

First, our order was not complete, they missed out on the desserts, and never mentioned those. Second, the fries were burned, all of ours separately ordered, as if the restaurant staff wanted to punish us for ordering so late. The steak and potatoes A ordered was, according to him, the worst, the chicken-steak was leatherlike and wouldn't budge. The small pieces of 'steak' that was a part of another order were far too chewy and the boys barely had half of it.

The best food there was my veggie sandwich, and that was saying a lot because I could barely eat half of it. It wasn't bad, it was just so boring and bland, and the smell of disappointment and the burnt fries didn't do any magic on my appetite either. It was late we were tired and technically we should all have been ravenous, but we all wasted our food that night.

Pathetic.

I should have noted the place's name down and shamed them here. It was on the first day of the month too.

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