Unfortunately many restaurants don't have this idea on their radar and their web site will not feature useful image of their dining room, but then I'll see that their web menu will feature a photo gallery so I'll go there with high hopes only to discover it is pic after pic of gangs of red-faced drunk people with their arms thrown around each other. The flash usually lights up their red faces and leaves the background in darkness.

So my excellent young brother has chosen a place called the Tin Cup for our family Easter celebration this year. Naturally I hit their site and in search of the elusive dining room photo I was suckered into opening their online photo gallery only to find pic after pic of this:

Hmm... Massive terminal food poisoning? Are their cups really made of tin? I'm a little nervous about what we're getting into with the Tin Cup Sport Grill or whatever.
Perhaps I'll order a "platter of sleeping ass holes" and see what reaction I get.
1 comment:
The hell?
If you don't return from your Tin Cup experience, we Hamilton writers will mourn your passing. Good luck and Godspeed.
A-Z @ Elizabeth Twist
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