And service at NKS makes me never want to eat there again. In fact, I might not.
My last call:
Me: I heard rave reviews about the beef sticks, can you tell me what exactly they are?
NKS: Sir, they're sticks with beef on them, sir, sticks with beef. (Lest you think, "sir," was used as a measure of respect, allow me to clarify that it was the opposite.)
Me: OK, can I get one of thise?
NKS: <exasperated> What size, sir?
Me: Large. And also a beef with garlic sauce.
NKS: <exasperated> What rice, sir?
. . .
NKS: We do not take credit or debit.
Me: So, only cash or check then? (to confirm whether they take check)
NKS: Great, you're hearing works.
<click>