{"id":573,"date":"2013-09-26T22:45:23","date_gmt":"2013-09-26T22:45:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mattralston.net\/?p=573"},"modified":"2013-09-26T22:45:23","modified_gmt":"2013-09-26T22:45:23","slug":"my-yelp-guide-to-l-a-restaurants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/food\/my-yelp-guide-to-l-a-restaurants\/","title":{"rendered":"My Yelp Guide to L.A. Restaurants."},"content":{"rendered":"

First of all, I am not the type to write negative reviews. Anyone who has seen my Yelp account knows that I enjoy dining out, and that I respect the hard working people of restaurant industry, however, I would rather starve to death than revisit the following despicable excuses for eateries. Literally. I would rather die a painful death of dysentery than set foot for the twelfth time in any of these places. And I am not picky.<\/p>\n

Buffalo Wild Wings in Watts<\/em> – One star. I visited<\/em> this place with fourteen of my closest friends on New Year’s Eve at 11:45 p.m. and was told by the hostess that we couldn’t be seated at the bar and would have to wait for up to 15 minutes for a table!<\/em> I\u00a0<\/em>calmly told the waitress that if we waited over fifteen minutes that I was going to “Kill all of your children” <\/em>and this seemed to get her attention, as we were seated in only twelve minutes, which wasn’t a long enough wait because it distracted me from the keying of cars I was doing in the parking lot.<\/p>\n

When we sat down I explained to the skank-ass waitress that it was my birthday, and she looked all confused and didn’t give me a present.<\/p>\n

Finally we ordered drinks. I opted for a Bud Light<\/em> which wasn’t very flavorful. It tasted like Budweiser, but lighter. I sent it back and ordered a bucket of Bacardi 151\u00a0<\/em>neat, which was way too strong. I promptly called the manager over and asked him why his drinks were so fucked up and if I could have some free coupons for my trouble. This prick hemmed and hawed until I spit in his face and demanded some edamame. To our horror, he informed us that they didn’t have edamame. What? In a fucking chicken wing restaurant? Whatever. Talk about Holly-Weird.<\/p>\n

The food came, and I don’t remember eating it because I was black-out drunk from chugging all the leftover beers from the bus-boy’s station.<\/p>\n

Definitely not going back.<\/p>\n

Del Taco on Baltic Ave. – <\/em>I would give this negative stars if I could. If that was an option on Yelp, I would give it minus infinity stars. I would give it a star that I’d pissed on if I could.<\/p>\n

First of all, the atmosphere was severely lacking, which I noticed as I peered through my car window at the drive-thru. The food was decently priced and amazing, but, when I returned the next day to ask for a refill of Mountain Dew into my water cup I was told that this wasn’t an option. Pricks.<\/p>\n

The real problem I have is this: I put one of the extra shrimp-quesadillas in the fridge for two weeks, and took it out and ate it while I was coming down from heroin. I don’t know if it was the heroin or the shrimp, but I immediately started shaking and vomiting. I didn’t know who to call first – the landlord to tell him that my fridge hadn’t been working for several months, or Del Taco so I could threaten to spray their corporate headquarters with anthrax.<\/p>\n

Luckily I was able to throw rocks at one of the employees while they stood at the bus-stop several days later on my way home from church.<\/p>\n

Stay tuned for more reviews in Part II.<\/p>\n

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First of all, I am not the type to write negative reviews. Anyone who has seen my Yelp account knows that I enjoy dining out, and that I respect the hard working people of restaurant industry, however, I would rather starve to death than revisit the following despicable excuses for eateries. Literally. I would rather …read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[431],"tags":[728,726,729,727,725],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=573"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":574,"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573\/revisions\/574"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=573"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=573"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mattralston.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}