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| - Well, well well. If it isn't Thai Hut.
So, Thai Hut, you're feeling your oats. Maybe your starting to make some money? Getting those bills paid? Your ends are meeting pretty well these days? I noticed you don't need homeless sign twirlers any more. Nice. Where did they go? Well since things are going well, you should start shitting on the very people that you rely on, your customers.
Sorry folks. When Yelpers hang out together you get multiple reviews of the same experience. Here is my version, albeit filtered through my own version of life called Mark-O-Vision.
So, Jenn H. and I are kicking it old school. You know collars popped, pants pegged, and my Cubbies hat cocked all sideways and shit. Like 90210 meets Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo.
At first we were going to go to IHOP to get our french toast on. We pulled up to IHOP and noticed that the recent tornado that had ripped through Phoenix had rendered any and all hopes of getting an internationally inspired breakfast meal moot. Will nobody come to Phoenix's aid and help these poor desert dwellers out? "George Bush hates pancakes!"
So we decided on the next best thing open a little after 9pm at night, Thai Hut. When we pulled up we were even a little worried that we were to late, but the sign said 10pm. Score! (Ah, how cute. Jenn and I wrote the same thing about how late they are open. Score indeed.)
So we sit and order drinks. I wanted water and an Ice Tea. What I got was a water and a Thai Ice Tea. Nice up-sale! Oh well, it comes with a cute little straw hat thingy so I spend the next few minutes turning it into a little snake and forgot the mishap.
Then we are told that we have ten minutes to place our order. What? What? Why? The sign says.... For a full and mostly accurate transcription on the dialogue see Jenn H's review. I think she left out a lot of the "Boiy'z", "Dooodes", "Bro-dawgs", "For Shiz's", and Samuel Jackson quotes that we constantly pepper our conversions with. But, you can just add any one of the aforementioned on to any of the lines of dialogue she used to get a really accurate feel for the conversion.
For example:
Us: "But we thought you are open till 10PM, Bro-Dawg?"
So to make a short story longer. We were either forced to order right then and there even though we still had at least thirty minutes left until the posted closing time or leave.
So we left. WE felt completely rushed and unappreciated. Why would someone turn away business? I could understand if we showed up late or even if we had Andy Dick with us. But just throwing us out because you all wanted to get home a little early and, I don't know, play Jenga makes no sense. It wasn't like the place was empty either. There was a dude that looked just like Jason Mewes at the very next table yucking it up with his head banging wife/woman.
When we told the lady that we were leaving she looked at us and said "No, problem." Not in a cute Jamaican t-shirt kind of way, but in a snarky "oh, thank god" kind of way.
Doodes! That is horseshit. Why even post your hours if you are not going to at least pretend to keep those hours? I even had to pay for the Thai Iced Tea I did not order.
It is going to take a head wound induced bought of amnesia in order to get me to come back to this place.
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