Somehow I get the feeling that the shit is really going to hit the fan today but at least we'll be meeting Arlette, she of chef school and many brilliant stories (and recipes) at a place named Miso tonight. (God, like Maurizio at Basi told me, those restomontreal guys practically have the whole business locked up. Probably mafia-based, the bastards).
And here's a note to Miso: get someone competent to design your website. Here's what I want from a restaurant website: an address and a phone number and a menu with prices. Pictures are nice, but I'm not shopping around. And NO ONE needs to order anything or make reservations online.
What, I'm going to check all those stupid boxes an hour in advance and just HOPE that someone is going to show up at my door with the food?
Dudes, it's called A PHONE. I pick it up and dial, you pick it up and say "Miso, how can I help you," and I say the following: "I'm calling for delivery?"
And you're going to say "We don't deliver in your area." And I'm going to walk in the living room and ask Brigitte if it's okay to have hot dogs for dinner.
See how that works?
I do web design, by the way, so you might give me a call. If you want a website for hot dogs.
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