While I’m jetting off on a quick trip up to Seattle to stuff my face, I’ll leave this scheduled post behind. Hopefully I’m not slumped and drooling against the poor soul whose sitting next to me on the airplane.
It was inspired my friend Jenn W’s review for her Valentine’s Day meal with her husband. I can say I’m slightly bitter since we had agreed to be each others’ valentines but then I went and booked a trip off to Taiwan. I must have issues since I’m the bitter one and not her. I ended up spending V-Day with my extended family. I guess it wasn’t too bad in retrospect.
I write a lot on Yelp. I’ve been Yelping since my post college/first job days. I’ve managed to rack up a number of reviews on there and Sam and I will get into discussions post meal on how to rate a restaurant. I’ll say 4 and sometimes he’ll say 3 or vice versa. We get into debates like how many stars we should give our neighborhood pho place that we eat at on a regular basis when we don’t want to pay an arm and a leg yet is super convenient, fairly decent, and has awesome hours. He says it deserves a 4. I say it deserves a 3. I like to rate it in comparison to other pho places of the same caliber. AKA, hole in walls get compared against hole in the walls.
After read Jenn’s post about her Vday dinner, I realized that there’s another caliber of rating restaurants. The correlation on how quickly/how much quantity they serve over time. Apparently her husband got hungrier and hungrier through their meal since service took a long time and the portions were tiny. Poor man was craving a pizza when they were done. Ouch! How would a restaurant like that be rated? Against other high end, slow-service, tiny-portion restaurants? Or based off of how amazing the food was? Or how it rated amongst all meals eaten in a person’s lifetime? (Cause if that’s the case, I’d rank a freshly made large french fry from McDonald’s eaten while I’m PMS-ing a 5 star rating.)
Hmmm… Back to pondering over my Yelp stars…