An Open Letter From the Kitchen Staff to the Servers of All Restaurants

We appreciate all the hard, thankless work you do, but we come with a simple request:

Run the god damn food.

Run the god damn food.

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And last, but not least, PLEASE run the god damn food.

Many thanks.

Sincerely,

Your Back of House Staff

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