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LAist's Bottom of the Barrel: Potty-Mouthed Restaurant Host Edition
LAist is proud to point out what sucks in your town. In fact, it's our responsibility. That's why, today, when we became in-the-know about a certain situation that went down at Cynthia's Restaurant (West 3rd Street, Los Angeles), we felt it was time to dust off the Bottom of the Barrel yet again.
The story begins something like this...
Last Saturday, at the traditionally-decent Cynthia's, a party of twelve descended upon the restaurant for a pre-arranged birthday dinner. Yet something was afoot that evening, as one party guest asked for a dish of lamb to be re-heated. (We know, can you believe the gall?) What she got back was "rubbery" and asked the waitress to send it back again. This would not do, as the owner (Cynthia) called over the party guest and proceeded to rip her a new one.
"There's nothing wrong with the lamb, you're an a**hole and I want you to leave my restaurant."
What started as a slap in the face quickly evolved into a shouting match (Cynthia vs. Party Goers) which caused The Big C to threaten to call the police if said "lamb-sender-backers" did not leave immediately. It was an event that LAist must say, has brought Cynthia's down a few rungs on the list of restaurants that serve a mean "fried breast of chicken."
But is Cynthia the only owner who takes her establishment and quality of food so seriously that she often turns into a raving lunatic? There are others, LAist is sure of -- and you, dear readers, are the ones with the info.
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