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So, I have been in this service industry for about six or seven years now. From my experience I have heard tales of an amazing restaurant from dissatisfied guests. It is an establishment where you can walk in with twenty or more people on a Saturday night and be seated immediately, greeted with a mind-reading server within thirty seconds that already has your drink order, which is on special, but you don’t like coconut, so it’s replaced with a full shot of top-shelf vodka. You are also welcomed with chips and salsa, baskets of bread and a plentiful array of dipping sauces complimentary. The entire menu is just pictures and, when you order, you only have to point. The talented server knows what sides you want, that you don’t eat bacon, that you are allergic to tomatoes and that you don’t like shrimp. Apparently, this place will automatically substitute shrimp for a New York Strip, free of charge, and your meal comes out almost as soon as the server takes the order and, in most cases, b

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