Check my reviews... I am not a picky eater and find it my calling to give generous reviews. So here I am, pondering my life's meaning when I have to give this place a one star review.
How did we get to this? What else do I live for? Well, certainly not for the pho of this place, where the broth is flavorless, the meat unidentifiable, the vegetables withered, the plates and scissor (to cut our toddlers' meals into bit-sized pieces) dirty, the staff unruly, and our bill's total calculated by a classified algorithm that cannot seem to itemize anything.
It is time to reevaluate my life. Maybe today's the day I develop these so called "standards" everyone's been raving about when it comes to eating at certain places.