Universal Correction

I spent most of this morning asserting I'm willing to admit when I'm wrong. I spent last night asserting how I don't cosign on bullshit because I've too much of my own. Well, speak and the Universe will deliver.

If you follow me on Twitter you may think I'm a combative, perpetually pissed off, and love sharing woman of mythical Amazon proportions. In truth, I'm a peace loving woman with an affinity for good food and spirits. As you read please keep the above in mind.

After a hard morning at a local coffee house, I knew my body need something more than a scone. I set my sights on the Tex-Mex place next door. Who knew it would be closed. Briefly Eat 24 Yelp came to mind. However, I decided to gamble on finding food. I took a chance Yeah! Burger would have space. I had tried the location for 3 months but found it to be packed each time. This time I was able to get into the door. Yeah, it is that packed normally.

I should mention this particular location came highly recommend by some beef snubbing folks. One of whom is my bison loving sister. I haven't been trying to eat here for no reason. Okay , enough background. In short this spot is where to go for good eats.

As I stood in line reading the menu, confused as to what gourmet burger I would eat, I met with a cashier who was worthy of the tipping required in Atlanta. I eat out two meals per day minimum. This cashier set my expectations higher.

I ordered a Honey - lemon punch to go with my burger and rings. My drink arrived in its lemony goodness. The expectations' bar inched higher. My meal arrived. The onion rings were cold and greasy and my burger was sawdust. I ordered a second drink to wash down the burger.

Here is where Universe intervened to teach a lesson to me. Normally when I'm out I don't complain or send back jack. I pay, leave , and then tweet about it. This day I just so happened to be sitting next to the own of Yeah! Burger . My first instinct was to remain quite about the matter , yet something said speak up

I spoke to the young man. I was about to take leave . There was no way, even with a drink , I could eat the burger. However I could walk away with an intoxicated smile from the Honey - Lemon Punch. He insisted I allow a redo with a comp of the meal.

Note, comps don't do it for me. There is a steakhouse chain that hasn't seen a drop of my money since 1999 over a poorly executed Cesar salad. Mess up my taste buds I'm done. Although the onion rings had been cold and greasy , they were still flavor filled. I stayed for the redo.

My burger was everything I had expected and more. I understood why it came recommend by people who don't like beef. The owner mentioned people not speaking up but writing Yelp reviews. I was shamed in that one moment. I attempted to pay for the meal but the owner was insistent.

My take aways, Yeah! Burger is really that good. The waitstaff is worth a visit. Visit to experience service at a restaurant. Service has become so rare it must be celebrated like Halley's comet. Speak up to management before you Yelp. It is fitting I saw South Park's , " You're not Yelping" this week.

Black Lightning is more than ready for prime time

Black Lightning It is finally here. I do mean finally for I have been waiting for seems to be ages (1977). I am calling for a second season having only watched the first two episodes. I am not sure of the level of involvement Tony Isabella & Trevor Von Eeden in the production of each episode. The first two I enjoyed, did I say that already? The first two episodes seems to have been packed with every issue seen in mainstream media and think pieces regarding the Black community. This posting is not a think piece. It is my piss piece. Before I touch on the piss, thanks, many thanks, to Salim and Mara Akil for making it happen. Black Lighting opens with a Black parent, once again, having to bail a child out of jail for exercising his/her right of protest in the USA. We need to question why peaceful protests with no guns see protestors arrested. Please do not take I am saying people of color should have guns at protest marches. We would be shot before the

White Boys Whine

Quick and dirty Star Trek Discovery is everything I thought it would be. It is my hope the White boys chill the fuck out . There will be a White male captain . The Black woman will be of a lowered status. White boys are you appeased ? My personal view fuck White boys who had their dicks in a vise over women of color at the helm of a fictional space vessel. I shall watch Star Trek Discovery . I shall pay the fee to CBS Access with joy. If you wanted to watch OITNB you paid Netflix . Overall I look forward to the day a fictional show that features women of color in prominent positions doesn't freak out White males. They were so freaked out they compared The Orville to Star Trek Discovery . Guys chill out , future happens .

Y'all should eat my grits no cheese

It is two days after the GOP primary in Mississippi. We are still laughing at Mitt's attempt to cuddle up to us with cheesy grits and a few y'alls thrown in. In my area of Mississippi it is yaw'all(10 second word). Had he come here expecting us to be able to count to 20 without removing our shoes, he may have been taken a little bit more seriously. I am not sure if Mitt's grits ranks with Bush's "this part of the world" statement after Katrina but it ranks. Truthfully, I enjoy cheese in my grits along with garlic and red pepper. However, I do not think my love of grits, a bowl every morning, makes me Southern. Although I was born in Southern California and partially reared in Southern Wisconsin, I consider myself a full blown Mississippian. Along with keeping my grits to myself, I also speak without care of accent. The fact that I can tell you how to get from Memphis to the Coast without using the interstate or Google says I am from Mississippi.

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