The Truffle with Privilege

Thank you, Jack P., Arcadia, CA for your review of Islands Fine Burgers & Drinks in Pasadena, CA. 

I hate to start two reviews in a row like this, but:

UGH. 

UGHHHHHHHH. 

We are doomed as a society. 

There are many signs, some of which may seem more significant, but this is one of them. Nothing happened here, yet you’re portraying this as some sort of incident and writing a one-star review. 

Forget about the fries for a second. They stopped serving them, who cares? Taking an entire family out to dinner, all because your son likes a side dish, is giving him an inflated sense of power. Or you have a disposable income… which I’m certain you don’t. If you did, your son’s sense of luxury wouldn’t be dining at an Islands. 

You paint yourself as the hero who ordered the Malibu burger after the January 7th fires to “honor the people who lost their homes” - GEE, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE - and the waiter asked how you wanted your burger cooked, which you’ve implied was what? A cheeky comment on this horrific weather event? I guarantee you the server was not trying to make a joke that insensitive or, frankly, stupid; they were simply asking what temperature you wanted your burger. A question they ask 500 times a day. To which, if you replied “well done,” who’s the insensitive one now? 

My biggest issue, though, is not with you (somehow), but with the two other people involved in this scenario: whoever clicked on the ‘Oh No’ reaction and Theresa M., the manager of this Islands. Theresa M., if you reached out to Jack P. to do anything other than tell him to “get f*cked” then you are more responsible for this type of behavior than he is. I’m pretty confident you don’t get paid enough to genuinely apologize to this dickhead for a non-issue issue. 

We need to stop indulging petty little complaints. This is why they say not to feed the Mogwai after midnight; these creatures (in this case, Yelp reviewers) will become destructive and insatiable, and we’ll have no one to blame but ourselves. 

One out of five stars all around.

In case Theresa didn’t say it, get f*cked Jack P. 

See you next Tuesday.