When I drop $180 on dinner, I kind of expect a few things.
I want my waitress to pay attention to my order, get things right, and not try to disappear off for a smoke break if someone hesitates for a moment while placing their order.
When I'm told that you have the best sushi on the strip, and said sushi contains a tempura-fried shrimp, I expect it not to be soggy with oil which clearly hasn't been changed since the place was built.
When I order the Peking Duck, I expect the legs not to be burned to in-edibility. I expect it not to be covered in grease. I expect to get enough little pancakes to make several duck rolls out of a whole duck, and not be charged an extra $5 for a few more of them.
I expect a Philly roll to use FRESH salmon, not the smoked shit I get in bulk at Costco.
When I pay out the ass for dinner, I expect to be wowed.
I was not.