I'd rather eat out of Cracker Barrel's dumpster than eat at Bob Evans.
Me too. That's why I was already #ChargedUp.
Some background: my day job sometimes entails finding tiny line items nuances in 100MM dollar projects. "That LED strip was picked up in the Engineer's budget and the in the 3Form FFE budget. The owner should get a credit for that." Etc.
So when the waitress screws up my wife's brioche French toast order, lies about it and disappears, my wife decides that meh, lets just eat this wrong order as quickly as possible and get the kid home for a nap. Turns out: the cook tried to hide the charred parts by plating arrangement. The waitress says she'll take it off since it's wrong, burnt, and untouched, but the manager only comps the upcharge $1 for fancy French toast, not French toast entirely: I will go ballistic.
"Ah, yes, sir what would you like to talk about?"
"I just want to talk about this bill you f----- up."
Protip: I end all of my restaurnt complaint emails with: "Your brand is tainted. Good luck."