I've eaten here before and it was never awful, but, you know, not great. But tonight...tonight! The food was alright, even though I'd ordered breastmilk and they served me formula. I mean, I sorta understand; breastmilk is hard to come by these days. But if you put breastmilk on the menu, that's what you should serve.
The real downer of tonight was the service. I came in licking my hand a bit, which obviously means I'm ready for food. Okay, so I often lick my hand, even when I'm not hungry. It just...feels nice, alright? But if you're in the business of serving me milk, you should know when I want milk. I had to resort to whining before anyone even jumped into action, but it was still a whole seven seconds before I had a bottle in my mouth.
As if that wasn't bad enough, they removed the bottle before I was even finished so they could burp me. Then, when I vomited on myself, no one noticed and I ended up rubbing my own face in it before they could clean it up. Finally, finally, at the end of the meal, I was offered the breast that I came here for in the first place! But it was too late, they had already mocked my tirades one too many times over the course of the meal. I'm not sure if I'll be coming back here. Two thumbs down!
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