No, not the good kind of donuts... like Spanish churros and chocolate sauce... or the best donut I've ever eaten (a vanilla-glazed square donut filled with orange-raspberry jam from a tiny donut shop in the Lower East Side, NY).
I got donuts as in I got nothing. By now, you all know my best blog story ever. The story doesn't end as well as it started... I never heard back, was never given the opportunity to be "proved wrong".
All talk, no action.
Cheers to PB for the inspiration for this post.
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Go to the restaurant, make some noise alleging intimidation and see if you can get a free meal out of them that way.
I wouldn't want to do anything that might actually encourage intimidation!
It's just surprising that after making the effort to track me down and make a big deal o fthe situation... nothing happened.
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