In what should come as a surprise to no one, Vodka has spent the better part of the past two weeks engaged in a heated customer service battle. After a particularly contentious interaction with the manager of a Michael Psilakis dining establishment, Vodka has taken her complaints to the very top of the restaurant group, eventually resulting in a $50.00 gift card to MP Taverna in Williamsburg (aka the poor souls who, through no fault of their own, ended up on the receiving end of Vodka's wrath by the mere "fortune" of having the most Googleable phone number).
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|Too Bad We Have to Eat the Meatloaf Instead -- Thwarted Again!|
|Putting the Gin in Ginger|
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the sake of a picture. ("Cheers. Oh, never mind." How soon Ginger forgets the rules and regulations of this blog).
|This Interaction Followed Vodka Having to Boot Ginger Out of the Doorway In Order to Capture This All-Important Shot|
|Thanks For Not Making Us Look Like Cheapskates|
|Meaning We Are Not Pickle Connoisseurs. We Will Eat Any Pickle Placed in Front of Us. Except These|
|You're Welcome for Our Presence, Williamsburg|
Rye's Meatloaf Sandwich: 3 stars