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| - It's great that they have chocolate, and it is great that they have cupcakes, and even better that they offer meats to help you go down on your sugar rush. What's not great is the layout and the people.
I don't know what the problem with people here was, it's a fucking chocolate festival! You would assume everyone would be mellow, but no, a vast majority of people here were complete jerks. The room they hold this in is so very small, and there's a ton of people, so it stands to reason you are going to bump someone, you just are. That doesn't mean everyone needs to be all bitchy about you being alive by them.
The tables are all smooshed together, and so that makes for incoherent lines, which makes for confusion. Which cues in Angry Asian Man. God damn was this dude pissy about life. We were standing in a line that we assumed was for the meats so my boyfriend could get some before dying of sugar overload. Then a few minutes later we see the line split into two lines; one for the meat and one for the alcohol right by it. Then we start to question ourselves: Are we in the right line? I watched as the people behind the first few for the alcohol stay for the alcohol, and then I watch as a lady gets behind the meat line. Ok. Wrong line. So we move. And all hell breaks lose.
Angry Asian Man proceeds to tell us we are cutting. It is all ONE line. My bad, we will move back into the other line. It happens. Mistakes you know. No. Fuck that, Angry Asian Man then turns his head to the side (mind you he is now looking completely away from us, at the alcohol now) and says "Dumbass." Aw. Hell. No.
That was uncalled for. And I told him so. And he, surprised I heard him, acted like it was nothing. No. No. FUCK YOU NO. Act like an adult and not a 2 year old who needs to be coddled. Needless to say this Angry Asian Man, although very pissy. would not muster the balls to say anything to my face. And thus, I walked away without having to smack his middle aged face off.
The rest of the night we never saw him, so I am assuming he either left because he hates life, or he was thrown out for his constipated attitude.
The food here, if you can get it, can be good. But you have to stand in long ass lines (even if you get the VIP band, which was useless since within five minutes of it opening it was packed) then you may or may not be able to put what you want on your plate. I was literally told I could only take one thing at a time, and would have to get back in line for the other stuff. What the Fuck did we pay for if not to fucking try every fucking thing when I want?
This event seriously needs to be put in a bigger room, where they can space out the tables and maybe even hire some people to help keep the lines sane for god's sake. That, or put a cap on the amount of people you let in. For the prices of the tickets we shouldn't have to deal with such bullshit as crappy lines and crappy people.
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