the saddest lunch... ever

DeDe, our favorite server has been terminated from Blue C.

In protest, T2 is boycotting Blue C, and asks that you join us. You can also write an email in support of DeDe and send it to: feedback@bluecsushi.com.

Here is what we sent to Blue C:

Over the past year, my colleagues and I have frequented the Tukwila Blue C Sushi once, sometimes twice a week. We also run a blog about our lunchtime adventures in Tukwila and have written many times about Blue C - maybe even to the exhaustion of our readers (http://tummytukwila.blogspot.com/).

One draw was definitely the good food, but one of the best things about the Tukwila
location was DeDe... Today we were shocked to learn that DeDe had been terminated last week by a new (possibly clueless) manager.

I am very unhappy to learn this, especially since DeDe consistently gave me the best restaurant service I'd ever experienced - she was fun, energetic, knew our names and our orders by heart, and always had a smile on her face, even when she was overwhelmingly busy.

DeDe was an excellent server, and I don't understand why she would have been terminated. It's a travesty, and is upsetting enough to make my colleagues and I boycott Blue C until this situation has been made right.
Blue C always tasted better with DeDe there - today we may as well have gone to Sushi Land.

Sincerely,
R.

Atmosphere: -5/5
Food: -5/5
Goodtimes: -10/5 (extra -5 for having to drown my sorrows in a cup of fro yo with Lucky Charms, when I'm trying to avoid sugar)

Comments

Anonymous said…

Ooooh no! Not DeDe! :(

March 20, 2009 at 11:35 AM

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