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Whither Hast Thou Wandered, DeDe?

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R, B and J have been cheating on our one true love, Blue C Sushi, lately, and when we finally returned, we were dismayed to see that our one true love had not waited for us. Instead of sassy servers and smiling, lithe homosexual managers with questionable hair choices, we were greeted at the door by what appeared to be the cast offs of a frat party. It only went downhill from there.
DeDe knows how to work us for those tips--she has our drinks ready for us and places our special orders before we even make them. She is intuitive and efficient, knowing when to sit down and talk with us and when to leave us alone. When she and Matthew the Manager are around, it's all VIP, baby. Today was anything but VIP. No cushy corner booth, orders came out wrong, and everything took forever. B and J complained often and audibly, while R clandestinely munched her way through 19 plates in sullen silence.

The atmosphere was also odd today. Weird music pervaded the air, prompting B to speculate that perhaps they were eating at the Pussycat Doll lounge, and J to comment that he expected a stripper with an albino snake around her neck to show up at any moment and turn into a vampire before their very eyes. Also, there was a very bizarre and slightly unnerving ski jump competition playing on the television screen.

Undoubtedly, things will pick up next time. Lo siento, Blue C Sushi. We'll never stray so long again.



Food: 3/5

Ambience: 2/5

No Dede: 0/5

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