Red Robin and 5 guys will do in a pinch..
I took the kids to Red Robin tonight. My burger was burnt all to hell. Quality control at several RR locations has been going down hill for a while now.
They had a bet in the kitchen that if they burnt it bad enough you wouldn't even notice the finger nails...
My last visit to Red Robin (and I do mean my LAST visit) it took 45 minutes to get a mediocre burger. This was about 2:00 in the afternoon and there were about 15 people dining.
The waitress apologized several times but never explained what caused the delay (and didn't even discount the bill).
your mistake was going to red robin in tge 1st place.
overpriced burger king style burgers.
they cook them in a convery belt like bk.
The rules are posted clearly in gigantic font on the road into my range. I mind my own business, follow the rules, and shoot how I want to shoot.
If someone calls a cease fire, I stop firing, if someone wants me to spot their shots, I spot for them. I'm careful about what calibers I shoot at the steel targets to make sure I don't risk harming them.
If someone doesn't care about their eyes or hearing, that's really not my problem, they were already deaf and blind when they arrived to have missed the notices and are eligible to be kicked out of the facility for failing to follow the rules.*
What bothers me, and also keeps me from going more often than I'd like is people with complete and total disregard for safety, who were too illiterate to read the rules on the road into the range, and the rules you have to agree to, to become a member.
The time before last that I went to the range, a rather clueless fudd was playing with his remington slug gun on the 100 yard range. I pretty much stopped shooting and kept an eye on him simply because his body language made clear he didn't know what he was doing and was also not a person who would accept helpful advice. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of an "oops."*
Well after he shoots a group about the size of a car on a gigantic cardboard box at 25 yards, he gets up and starts monkeying with his scope, with his finger on the trigger. Violating every rule the range has in the process. I made sure to work my way back well behind the line as I knew what was coming next. Then "BOOM!," there's exactly what I was expecting.
He immediately throws all of his stuff in his bag and jogs off to his car, leaving the range and I was finally able to return to sighting in my new scope.*
It's a great range that tries to filter these kind of people out as best as possible, but they still slip through the cracks.