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.