Our freelancer’s attempt to befriend Kenny Shopsin was every bit the highway wreck we expected it to be, but — if it’s any consolation to her — it could’ve been worse. Mona’s Apple has another expletive-laden report from the front lines.
I heard the “c” word uttered five times during my meal. At one point the cook came out to take an order, and when the female patron asked which dish was better, he replied “Maybe you should go somewhere else.” The look on the girl’s face was priceless. “Those are two totally different meals. One is Indian and one is Mexican, if you don’t know which one you want, you are f—ed up.
Yup, same ol’ Kenny!
F-Bombs at Shopsin’s [Mona’s Apple]
Earlier: The Kenny Chronicles: In Which We Attempt to Charm and Disarm the Curmudgeonly Cook