Choices: and When to Say No

Before you read this post, read this article.

Okay, done? Now which way do you think I'd vote . . . ? Let the customer decide, because after all, we're here for, we exist because of, the customer.

Or, fuck the customer. If he doesn't like what we serve, or wants us to modify it, fuck him. This is not Burger King.

Hmm. Well, think of a composer. If a composer, at every stage of his composition, had to subject it to a committee of critics for approval, what would the finished composition sound like? Well, obviously, like it was written by a committee. If you went to a Beatles concert and said, no, I don't like the words in that chorus, could you change it for me? It gives me goosebumps. Well, what do you think John would have to say? A round, sound "FUCK YOU."

Now read this.

I don't particularly like David Chang. He comes across like a stuck-up prick most of the time. But he's RIGHT. If you're allergic to green onions (mostly code for you just don't like them) then DON'T ASK THE RESTAURANT TO LEAVE THEM OUT. Fuckin' eat WHAT THEY WENT TO SO MUCH TO PREPARE THEIR WAY.

It drives me NUTS even within my own family when I cook to hear their endless prejudices. Like a bunch of spoiled children. "I'm making pizza," I announce. "No onions on mine." No mushrooms." "Don't make the sauce too spicy." "I don't like prosciutto." "Not too much garlic." "I don't like too-old cheddar."

FUCK YOU. Go to Domino's.

Oh, I guess now you know how I vote.

PS. Oh, speaking of choices, I'm REALLY tempted to somehow get a flash mob together and arrange for them all to show up at this restaurant and order every single thing on this menu at the same time.

PPS. And speaking of pretentious, just get a load of why I refuse to be a web designer any more.