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| - I was going to dinner with my mother and her friend. My mother's friend insisted on going to this place even though I am on a very restricted diet (basically I can only eat meat, fruits, vegetables, and nuts) so an Italian joint did not seem like a good fit. I didn't want to be a jerk, so I said that I'd look at the menu when we got there and then decide. While I'm trying to quietly figure out if I can even eat at this place, the drunk owner starts yelling across the restaurant, "You don't sit down now, there won't be a table! What the heck you lookin at?! It's good food!" My mother's friend yells back, "She's on a special diet!!!!!!" Embarrassed beyond all belief, I just wanted to leave, but again, my mom's friend insisted on eating here. They were able to work with me (as the owner's son, our waiter, made sarcastic comments about my requests) and the meal that I special ordered was actually very good, but I still wish that we hadn't given our money to such a trashy owner and his son. I personally would not go back, even though the food was fantastic.
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