Why DHM Can Eat A Bag Of Dick.

I hate Donnelly Hospitality Management.

#1. They try to trick you into thinking that they are something special. Like a sports bar, or your local neighborhood watering hole, or the precurser pub to your night at the Roxy, or whatever. When in reality they are all the same boring barf, smothered with flatscreen tv's, and filled with bridge and tunnel douchery.

#2. They have numbers instead of nametags. Really? Is it so that you don't stalk the server? Because on first name alone I'm not sure if you'd recognize her by her slutty facebook profile pic.

#3. If Glowbal and Donnelly got married and made a baby it would be a rapist. A rapist baby with bottle service.

Rant

I have been blessed with self-awareness. I am smart enough to know that I'm retarded. Being fully aware that I am just another asshole with an opinion, I'm pretty sure I'm less retarded than these guys. Just sayin. Furthermore, if I want to read a real restaurant review I leave it to actual food critics, the people who get paid to eat their faces off and have legitimate writing skills. I approach a restaurant much like I approach a movie, trusting the opinion of person I respect verses the general consesus of Rotten Tomato. Therefore, Andrew Morrison (of Scout Magazine) is my Roger Ebert of the Vancouver food industry. I know that I'm being terribly hypocritical in badmouthing the food blogging world; and there are people out there with honest intentions and a passion for food, I just can't get past bad grammar and perpetual spelling mistakes. NO ONE GIVES A SHIT THAT YOU PREFER MILESTONES OVER CACTUS CLUB!!!