Sometimes perspective is relative. When I moved to Las Vegas and the SW side of the Valley from Alaska, I thought Fazoli's and this particular location was an incredible score. At the time there was a very studious young man who was the manager and it was obvious he was going to be very successful and not be there very long. Sure enough, and 4+ years later I decided to pop in for a quick pasta meal. I ordered the rigatoni with a slice of pep. The resident manager was a friendly but sloppy looking young manager with her hat turned sideways. I am glad you want to be a poseur banger but I do not need that at a dining establishment. Anyway, I got my food and looked at imy food thinking...WTF...this looks like crap....how my appetite has changed from my Alaska days. I powered it down and went on down the road.
About 2am I noticed extra farting and stomach tightness. By 4am I had vomited my first time and by 10am every element of food and liquid had left my body either through my gagging mouth or my loosely aimed butt. All three toilets were victims to art not worth describing.
This food poisoning episode required I take two days off from work and I am still recovering. The thought of even their logo repulses me. Back to Panera where they pull up their pants, wear their ballcaps professionally and I have a better sense of confidence that I will not get food poisoning.