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17 April, 2008

Visited

The Restaurant was visited last night. By whom? By the mysterious raters who control our fate in certain travel company guide books and websites.

Oh, what I wouldn't have given for a Valium or an elephant tranquilizer to take the edge off The Boss. He was a mess!

We're pretty sure it was them, but won't know officially for another week or so. Please please please let it have been them...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's SO much easier when you don't know! Once, at a Smokey Bones in Orlando I was mistaken for a mystery shopper because I was telling my friends how I find stuff when mystery shopping. Well, the server saw me point out the schmutz in the bottom of the sweet-n-low holder, that was it! The manager came by 2 or 3 times, wiping and polishing were going on EVERYWHERE ... it was so cool to have that kind of power ... only thing is, unlike a cop, it never got me a free meal!