low priced food

Petty opinion time:  for all the times the Night Court’s food is brought up, it is super boring white people food. If SJM had to completely appropriate ME culture for the Night Court, she could have at least had them eating ME food instead of boiled chicken and green beans.

UN appeals for end to Yemen blockade
The Saudi-led coalition tightened its two-year blockade after a missile attack on Riyadh.

According to the UN agencies:

  • More than 20 million people, including more than 11 million children, are in need of urgent humanitarian assistance
  • At least 14.8 million are without basic healthcare and an outbreak of cholera has resulted in more than 900,000 suspected cases
  • Some 17 million do not know where their next meal is coming from and seven million are totally dependent on food assistance
  • Severe acute malnutrition is threatening the lives of almost 400,000 children
  • As supplies run low, food prices rise dramatically, putting thousands more at risk

Even with a partial lifting of the blockade, the WFP estimates, an additional 3.2 million will be pushed into hunger and if left untreated, 150,000 children could die within the coming months.


An Open Letter To Non-Tippers

Dear Non- Tippers,

Are you thinking about going out tonight? Considering a nice little jaunt to that cozy steakhouse down on main street? Looking forward to a pleasant evening of being fed and waited upon by strangers? Maybe catching a flick after dinner? Good. Good for you. Sounds like a splendid evening. I’m happy that you’ve got the money to treat yourselves.

Oh, but you don’t have it in your budget to tip your server?

Then it would seem that you, in fact, don’t have the money to treat yourselves after all.

My friends, if you have 35 bucks to drop on a meal, but you don’t have the 7 dollars to leave a 20 percent tip, then what are you doing in a restaurant in the first place? You need to hire a financial adviser (well, maybe see if you can get a free consult) because it’s just plain unwise to blow your entire net worth on a couple of entrees at Applebee’s. Save your 35 dollar nest egg, run to Walmart, buy a box of spaghetti for a dollar, and enjoy a home cooked meal.

For a while in my early twenties, after I paid my bills for the month, I usually had about 30 or 40 dollars left over. I often drove by sit-down restaurants and thought, “Hmmm, I wish I could pull in and have a bite to eat.” But then I remembered, “Oh, I’m broke; I have no money, I’m poor,” and so I went back to my apartment and ate peanut butter and jelly or ramen noodles. These are the traditional cultural dishes of Broke People – not big, juicy hamburgers at high class joints like Chili’s.

Oh, but you aren’t broke? You’re going tipless this evening out of some diluted “principle”?

Why should you have to tip, you ask?

Well, you don’t. You aren’t required. Just like you aren’t required to hold the door open for an elderly woman or offer a beverage to a thirsty house guest. You don’t HAVE to do these things. Most of us partake in these conventions because we’re civilized and decent. You don’t HAVE to be civilized and decent. But maybe you can at least do me this favor: if you aren’t going to tip, and you know that from the outset, have the courage of your convictions and inform your waiter upfront. When your server comes to welcome you and give you the daily specials, kindly inform him of the situation. “Good evening, Brad. I’m happy to be here. I won’t be tipping you tonight. Anyway, do we get free refills on the house salad?”

To withhold this information is a lie by omission. You know that Brad will be working under the assumption that a tip is forthcoming. You, therefore, benefit from the illusion of a potential tip, even though there isn’t any potential for a tip at all. This is a lie. You’re lying. You’re being manipulative. Stop it.

And what is this principle on which you stand?

I often hear that the owners of the restaurants should pay a decent wage and then nobody would have to tip. Why should YOU have to pay the server’s wage, you insist.

Good point. Let’s require all restaurant owners to pay their wait staff, what, like 12-15 dollars an hour? Yes, now we don’t have to tip and everyone is ha-

Oh. Wait. What’s this? All of prices on the menu just doubled? No more 2 for 20 deals? No more free refills? No more 9 dollar burgers and 12 dollar steaks? No more obscenely humungous portion sizes?

What’s going on here? You’re telling me that the financial resources of the restaurant’s owners are finite, and a massive increase in operating costs must be logically offset by a hike in prices and a reduction in services?

Oh no! Now my favorite joints are closing earlier! Hold on – no more happy hour?!

This has gone too far.

I want good food, low prices, huge portions, unlimited refills, happy hour special, fast service AND I don’t want to be expected to tip! Kindly point me to the wormhole that will transport me to the dimension where such a thing is possible.

See, non-tippers benefit from the tip structure, and would not be willing to forfeit those benefits, yet they don’t want to pony up the tips themselves. They reap the rewards of the tip system while simultaneously pretending to protest it. They’re hypocrites.

Of course, the main justification offered by non-tippers is not so much based on principle as it is on punishment. They say they will not tip when the service is “bad.” But you’ll notice that these people somehow encounter “bad” service almost every time they go out to eat. What an odd thing. They must be cursed.

Personally, I tip. I almost always tip well. Twenty percent is the baseline minimum. But, where some customers complain about how they “can’t find good service,” I am usually quite pleased with the wait staff I encounter at most establishments. Where non-tippers constantly find excuses to punitively withhold tips, I generally find reasons to add an additional 5 or 10 percent to the pot. This isn’t because I’m lucky or generous, it’s because I’m not a pompous, picky, spoiled brat; constantly looking for the smallest reason to feel slighted by customer service workers.

I’d like to hear the thought process when the bill comes and you non-tippers go through your cheapskate mental checklist.

Hmmm. Well, my glass remained empty for 97 seconds while my waitress handled a party of 27 two tables down. Sorry, I don’t care what else she’s doing. I need prompt refills. That’ll cost her 3 percent. Oh, and I didn’t think she was smiley enough. There goes another 3 percent. I asked for ketchup but it didn’t come. And then I had to ask again! The horror! That shaves another 5 percent. The fries were warm but a little soggy. There goes 2 percent. My meal was late by like a thousand hours! Well, almost. It took 26 minutes or so to come out. I have absolutely no reason to believe that this inconvenience was the fault of my server, but she’s going to have to pay for it. Minus 10 percent. OK, so according to my calculations, she now owes me about 12 dollars.

From what I’ve seen, the server is usually punished for things that have nothing to do with her. But you non-tippers know this. You’re not out for justice; you’re out to save a few bucks. You tell yourselves stories about how you were victimized by the wait staff just so you can leave no tip and still sleep like a baby at night.

But we all know the truth about you. You can’t hide your motivations.

Stop the madness, non-tippers.

Tip your server. Just tip.

Trust me, you’ll feel better.

Back Alley

Requested by Anonymous – Hope you like it. I had fun writing this.  

Pairing:  Matt Jackson/FC

Category:  Smut

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“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”


You couldn’t believe they were actually here, in this little bar that you worked in.  It was off the beaten path, and in an out of the way location, away from the busy downtown district, meaning it didn’t get a lot of tourist traffic.  It didn’t look like much, but boasted low prices and great food, giving them a steady business with loyal regulars.  Occasionally visitors would stumble their way in, having found out about the bar through word of mouth.  But you never thought anyone famous would make an appearance, let alone six of them.   Yet here they were, Matt Jackson and his brother Nick, Kenny Omega, Marty Scurll, Cody Rhodes and Adam Page.  All members of the Bullet Club.  All sitting in a large horseshoe booth in the corner, pitchers of beer in the process of being delivered to them.  You were actually relieved you weren’t their waitress, sure you would embarrass yourself completely by fan-girling over them.

You couldn’t help but peek curiously at the group as you served your tables, delivering baskets of chicken wings and fries along with ice cold beer.   Making your way behind the bar you watched the group as you wiped down the counter.  You were surprised to see Matt and Nick pounding back beer just as much as the others, since they were supposedly straight edge “Good Christian Boys.” Apparently not so much, you thought wryly.  You let your gaze wander to Matt Jackson fighting the urge to smile as you looked at him.   You had to admit you had quite the crush on him.  There was something about him that just drew you in, made you want to tangle your hands in his long brown hair and get lost in his dark brown eyes.   At that moment he looked up, catching you staring at him and causing a flush to rise to your cheeks.  When he smirked and gave you a little wink you quickly dropped your gaze feeling a rush of arousal in your core.  

“Hey Cassie, you mind watching my tables for a bit? I need a little break.”   You asked your fellow waitress, needing a few minutes to yourself to get your head back on straight.  At her nod you headed through the kitchen door and out into the cool night air in the little courtyard behind the bar. You couldn’t let a little flirting from a pretty face get you all flustered.  So you would take a few minutes, get your head back on straight and reappear with a professional façade and stop staring at the handsome wrestlers.    

You had barely been outside for a minute, leaning against the brick wall with your eyes closed when you heard the squeaking of the door opening.   Your shoulders slumped and your head dropped. “So much for my break.”  You muttered raising your head to acknowledge who you thought was Cassie.  When you saw Matt Jackson standing there instead your mouth dropped open, coherent thought vanishing from your mind.  Seeing his effect on you had a grin appearing on Matt’s face as he moved away from the door and took up a stance leaning against the wall, eyes focused on you.  

Finally you regained your senses and asked “What are you doing back here? How did you even get back here?”  You were confused, the only way back here was through the kitchen, and you were sure the kitchen staff wouldn’t just let him waltz on through.  He just shrugged not providing an answer, as he continued to observe your nervous movements.  You bit your bottom lip, chewing on it nervously as your hands fluttered under his scrutiny before starting to move back towards the door.  “I have to get back…’ you started to say, only to be interrupted.

“I want you.”  Matt said bluntly.  

“Excuse me?”  You chuckled, a nervous laugh that was embarrassingly shaky.  “You don’t want me.”  You shook your head in disbelief.   There was no way, this guy could probably have anyone he wanted, why you?

“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”  Matt said gesturing casually between his spread legs.   Seeing your offended reaction he rolled his eyes.  “Oh come on.  Don’t act all offended.  You know you want to suck my dick, I saw you staring at me since we came in. Hell, we all noticed it.”  

“ Go to Hell.  You can’t just come out here and demand I give you head.  Who do you think you are?”  You sputtered warring between embarrassment and anger.  “You think just because you’re famous that you can order people to do whatever you want?  That just because you’re attractive girls can’t wait to give you a blowjob?”

“It’s worked before,” He replied with a nonchalant shrug, a smirk suddenly appearing.  “It’s gonna work again tonight.”  

“How do you figure?  I’ve already told you to go to hell.”  You responded hotly, crossing your arms tightly across your chest.  

“You’re still here.  If you were really that pissed off you would’ve already hightailed it inside and told that big fucker in the kitchen what an asshole I am in hopes of him coming out here and kicking my ass.”  Matt said confidently.  “So let’s both pretend you put up a fight and I worked really hard for it until you finally gave in and it was all hearts and flowers and shit.”  His hands reached for his belt buckle undoing it before popping open his button and sliding down the zipper of his pants.  Your eyes unconsciously followed his hands, staring at the bulge pressing out of the opened zipper.   “I really don’t give a damn what you tell them.  Just get on your knees for me.”   Your eyes darted between his groin and the door, your desires battling with your morals.  

Before you could change your mind you strode over to Matt, dropping down to your knees and reaching eagerly for his boxer clad cock.   He helped you out by easing his jeans down his hips, the boxers following with them, making his cock spring up into your face.  Your mouth opened moaning as his head slipped past your lips.  

“You wasted all that time arguing, just to end up exactly where I asked you to be.”  Matt commented, hands moving to your hair to push your head up and down his length. “You better hurry before your friend comes looking for you.  Hate to see her catch you with a mouth full of dick.”  

Leverage S05E11 commentary
Aldis Hodge, Tawnia McKiernan, Chris Downey

From the commentary for Leverage’s “The Low Low Price Job”


Aldis Hodge (Hardison): I realized, I’m eating in all of your [Tawnia’s, director] episodes.

[Tawnia laughs]

Aldis: I never eat.

Chris Downey (XP): Is that true?

Aldis: I avoid eating at all costs, because you’re stuck eating for, like, 50 takes, different angles, all that, and you’re, like, sick by the end of the day. I learned that on a Tostitos commercial. I’m just sitting there, eating–

Downey: They didn’t have a spit bucket?

Aldis: They do, but spit bucket, man, sometimes it’s just worth it to just chuck it down, gain a few extra pounds.


They go on to discuss why characters eating on screen is a good storytelling tactic. (humanizes the characters, keeps the visuals interesting) And while Aldis complains here, in addition to the part where he ate tortilla chips with Beth in this episode, in the commentary for the previous Tawnia episode, The French Connection Job, Aldis points out that he tried to be eating something in every scene, since it was set in a kitchen/restaurant setting. He commits when he does it.

Daiya no Ace Radio Ep. 7
Ohsaka Ryota, Shimazaki Nobunaga, Namikawa Daisuke
Daiya no Ace Radio Ep. 7

Polar Opposites

Namikawa: In a restaurant, are you the type that sits next to the girl?Shimazaki: AHHHHH
Ohsaka: Ah, not across
Namikawa: Yeah
Shimazaki: This could lead to a debate… I want to sit next to her, but then I would think, “Wouldn’t this be annoying?” So then I’ll probably not.
Namikawa: If it’s Ohsaka Ryota, he’d go to the restaurant next door, right? Like, “You can eat here.”
Shimazaki: What kind of play is this?! What kind?!
Ohsaka: “You can eat at this restaurant and I’ll pay… I’m going to Yoshinoya*”
Shimazaki: What is this?! (っ・Д・)っ

*note: Yoshinoya is a relatively low price fast food chain store


attractive 20 something: after a long hard day of tests, managing student loan debts, and still making time for the big game, you know what i’m feeling?

other attractive 20 something: you’re feeling the urge for turgling.

attractive 20 something: and there’s only place to go for turgling.

together: mcdonald’s.

[smiles, high fives, pack themselves and friends into beat up yet impressively clean mini-van; screen cuts away]

hip single mom: [narrating over video of herself dancing at night club] prices so low, and food so fresh, you can feel the turgling from miles away.

other hip single mom: [narrating over slow-motion video of herself coming down from a leap into the air at pro USA soccer game] a busy bee like me still has to make time for fun. and at mcdonald’s? well, it's turgling.

[screen fades away to snowboarder coming up on halfpipe to reveal that the bottom of their snowboard says, in yellow letters against a bright red background, “TURGLIN’” in a distinctly blade runner-esque font. cuts away again, to interior of mcdonald’s]

al pacino: turgling? at mcdonald’s? for only 99 cents?

al pacino: [lids eyes, smiles, snaps fingers, points gun fingers to viewer] i like the way it sounds.

soundgarden’s lead vocalist chris cornell: only at mcdonald’s!

hanabananaaaa  asked:

so i just saw your post supporting the burger king 1200 kcal meal and while i'm sure that it has protein and fiber, you conveniently left out the fat content. how on earth can you consider it genuinely HEALTHY when it has so much fat and empty carbohydrates?

(This is the post we’re talking about. I’m tickled that it’s still going around, honestly.)

People need to eat in order to live. Eating “bad” food is better than eating nothing at all. If Burger King is what you have access to and what you want to eat, then I see absolutely no reason to shame people for that. 

No matter how much fat that meal contains, it still has plenty of nutrients that we need daily. Fat does not somehow make the good stuff become worthless. You’re still getting 28g of protein and 3g of dietary fiber, as well as 35% of your Vitamin C daily requirements, 2% Vitamin A, 12% calcium, and 27% iron. Those nutrients are important no matter what other things you eat alongside them. The presence of fat doesn’t mean that the 3g fiber magically disappears.

I know that this food isn’t what is traditionally considered healthy. I outright wrote “Is this the most healthy meal known to man? Of course not.” But that doesn’t mean that the food is inherent bad. You can still eat it. You can still like it. You can still allow others to eat it without forcing your own opinions and commentary in their face. It’s food - It’s meant to be enjoyed and consumed.  

Fast food is ridiculously stigmatized in our society right now. People find it so easy to forget that the high calorie content and the low price tag make fast food a responsible choice for many low income families, not to mention that the easy/cheap access to so many resources may be necessary when a person’s home is without them.  Fast food is often the best option available. Do not devalue it.

Food really shouldn’t have to be justified - Please stop acting as though your own personal values regarding health are going to be applicable to every single person. Just because you choose not to eat fast food as part of your diet does not mean that others are wrong for buying it.