No Gordon Ramsey this weekend. I heard there was over 300 people who started lining up Saturday afternoon--An entire day BEFORE the actual signing. I can't say I'm not bummed that I didn't get to go but I still had an otherwise good weekend. Except for the horrible waiter we had on Sunday. Who clears your plates and then NEVER COMES BACK? Not even the other wait staff knew where he was. We waited over 45 minutes after finishing our only round of pints to pay and finally had to flag down another waitress to cash us out, who we ended up giving his tip to because we decided he sucked super hardcore and didn't deserve one. It didn't help that the pub itself was one of the worst I've ever been in. They charged 8 dollars for a veggie plate that consisted of five slices of cucumber, 4 sticks of celery, 4 RUBBERY carrots and a tiny paper cup of dip and the bathrooms were dripping smelly water from the ceiling to the point of having an inch deep puddle on the floor. So bad!

Luckily, we still made it to Yogen Fruz before it closed, whose new evil billboards have been taunting me all week. D had never even had Yogen Fruz before! Their frozen yogurt is now probiotic which means it is perfectly acceptable to eat all the time now. Chocolate yogurt + Cherries = Yum.

Labels: anger, boo, gross