Dear Outback,
What happened? Gone are the days where I could count on you for a decent, perfect temperature steak that I would basically take home because I had already eaten a whole loaf of your delicious bread. Even your tangy tomato dressing doesn't titillate me any longer.
Now, we've gotten into the pattern of weird service, and under/over cooked dishes. I'm not sure what the final straw was. Perhaps the skewer of shrimp you "upselled" to me, and then served raw.
I'm afraid that our relationship is reduced to a stop in for a sweet, icy Wallaby Darned before heading out for a meal.
Best wishes for better dishes,
Kelly