"Wait, we can refuse service?!" #Starbucks, probably. #SarahSanders #RedHen
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Why Not? Sanitary Garbage Tray Guide
The CDC has estimated that 1 in 4 Americans will suffer from a food borne illness and of those, 3,000 will cease to be. Fast food giants have struggled to curb such statistics from their own establishments with often disgraceful methods. The current approach is the top open entry which as most of you have commonly seen leaves much to be desired. It beckons the question, why not a trash can face that removes the need for a customer to touch the refuse bin at all?



Why Not? Garbage Bag Advertising
Despite the idealism that major American metropolitan cities are the pinnacle of modern infrastructure, the realization once there is that these archaic cities are an Asian airborne virus away from total dilapidation. One such glaring incongruity between sentiment and reality is, garbage. A typical New York City block appears as if the entire city of Duluth emptied their wares on to the side walk. There is no functional method of disposal from ever growing dwellings to accommodate the restrictions. Rather than attempt a radical change, third world-esque methods are satisfactory. What is then failed to be taken advantage of is this barren real estate. As the pile heaves, the bill board square footage escalates. Glad and Hefty affiliated marketing companies are missing a prime opportunity.


 

Assessment - Mori Teppan Grill
Mori Teppan Grill
120 West Stocker Street
Glendale, California, North America
91202

Date: 20:15 44/074
Genre: Teppanyaki
Serving: (2) 73$

The hibachi grill fad has long since passed and now few pock mark the landscape, aging and withering away. Mori Teppan Grill is such a place that likely birthed from this mid-90's revolution of teppanyaki establishments and has vaguely subsisted as the populace transitioned to putrid raw fish and pungent spice.

The interior is simplistic. No semblance of a bar or lounge which is suitable as the cache of grill-tables is abundant in a mid-play Jenga like scattering. The music, unfortunately representative a lot of restaurants these days, is not thematic, which detracts. KEarth101 does not lure me in to the illusion of Japan.

Ginger soy sauce was to be applauded. Rice was prompt. It is then we arrive at the moment to herald greatness or dismay. Sadly, the dismay arose in the lack of severing the shrimp in two, which makes for easier consumption while also creating the illusion of more. The vegetables as well were not diced but slivered in such a mannerism that made handling them with chop sticks more difficult. The steak however, was scored in an appreciated size, temperature and flavour though through out, many seasonings and sauces were lacking. I know of one that would have scoffed at the lack of sesame seeds.

One praise must be said for the fire of the onion volcano. Many establishments now refrain from fire and excuse only steam. It is refreshing to see a traditional method preserved.

In all, the food maintained a level of high quality and while not suitable to the methods of craftsmanship and a lack of a luxurious drinks menu tailored towards such cuisine, the rating is of above moderate.

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Liberalism Specimen
Through out civilization, humankind has oscillated back and forth upon the two fundamental methods of commune; social uniformity and magisterial authority. One seeks from beneath, a unison due to conditions while the other is required when stagnation imperils subsistence.

In this modern era of stimulated empathy, human evolution suffers from this socialistic misdirection. A collective of those unintelligible enough to cogently devise success upon a black and white world, feign angst applied to our vanity, regardless of the field of rancor.

Below is a recent characteristically typical demonstration we have found befitting this impairment, further alluding to the notion that for humanity to again succeed, power must be taken from the peasants. #ColonialRepublic

Follow the entire surd conversation:
Part I twitter.com/scvdefender/status/425679360100560896
Part II twitter.com/TVMiller/status/425828396363292672


DIY Shower Temperature Gauge
Some particulars can be known with out the troubles of dismantling an entire edifice. This DIY Shower Temperature Gauge (Version 0.1) /hack/ allows you to not only know when it's reached optimum conditions but aides in identifying the exact temperature for your most pleasurable shower.

Parts
1/2" Threaded Tee
1/2" 4" Nipple
1/2" Threaded-Slip 90
1/2" Threaded Plug
1/2" Threaded Male Adapter
1/2" PVC
Digital Thermometer
Silicone
Thread Tape
PVC Primer/Glue


[Note] Project in operation photographs coming soon.

[Note] A non-destructive automated Arudino temperature controlled project has been designed and is currently pending funding.
TV's Annual Fast Food Assessment Awards 073
Best Value - Del Taco
Best Quality - Carls Jr.
Best Item - Jack in the Box's Oreo Cookie Shake
Best Interior - Carls Jr.
Honorable Mention - Panda Express

Worst Value - McDonald's "Dollar" Menu
Worst Quality - Taco Bell
Worst Item - White Castle Sliders
Worst Interior - McDonald's "Cafe" Style
No Honorable Mention - Portillo's
Update - Orb Clock
Obsessive Compulsive Towel
No longer will your face suffer from cross contamination with your anus, crotch or feet after a refreshing shower with the OC Towel. If you're like we, you take stock in the things you touch and using a towel more than once can be a crap shoot. Know where you've been with this ergonomically silk screened symbolic bath towel.

Photographs below represent a first draft with (2) printing errors:
(a) Awry thirds dividing line
(b) Crooked leg brand


Assessment - Genghis Grill
Genghis Grill
4722 East Cactus Road
Phoenix, Arizona, North America
85032

Date: 13:30 323/073
Genre: Mongolian BBQ
Serving: 12.95$ (Large Bowel)

A "please wait to be seated" sign greeted me at the door of this much quieter and more spacious environment as compared to the fast food thematics of YC's Mongolian Grill (see Assessment) which instantaneously bestowed confidence in a more aspired to dining experience. There, is where it was set ablaze and stomped out like a paper bag of feces on my tongue's door step. The waitress, Tiffany, a bubbly attractive red headed friendly sort, perhaps too friendly from boredom, advised me of the absurd process. You take a small card and write your name on it and for those who follow me on Twitter know, I despise surrendering my name to unknowns. You then take this card with you to the buffet table where you are greeted with another person who "advises" you.

The meat assortments are plenty and slightly obscure. Beef sirloin in cubes or shredded. Turkey chunks and miscellaneous porks. Seafood of the colorless variety that would beckon to ask, which is which? Then, a vast array of powder seasonings, which I deplore in this style of cuisine. Mongolian is about coverage by sauce, not dashed by dust. Vegetables, adequate. The sauce, the core of the reason to briefly vacation here, is the true test of a proper establishment. Here, they urge you to use ramekins for your sauce, discouraging you from gorging. The few sauce selections were specific to completion, unlike (all) alternative establishments where you concoct your own arrangement. This, is utter horse shit. I might as well have ordered some thing from a menu to procure the same result...which by the by, they do offer as an option. You may check off a series of boxes on a door hanger and the waitress will attend to it for your pathetic lethargic obese self.

The chef was a small white woman, which is immediately discouraging (ref. any man's opinion on female grilling). Then, I am again seated. The significant flaw here is that one of the persuasive ambiance elements of Mongolian BBQ is seeing your food cooked on the specific stone fired circular hibachi grill. Walking away from this and from your food is a distracting let down. The waitress brings you your bowl which has grown exponentially as they have piled your grilled items (burnt this go, obviously set too long, see above) atop a heaping mound of hidden rice. I prefer my rice segregated so that soy sauce is the prominent seasoning, as often a cooling apparatus. Instead, I am left with an excessive bowl of a most disappointing burnt and bland flavor. The generosity of rice is deceptive towards the regards of your grilled items which are speckled through out the rice as it's consumed, then lost and abandoned if unable to finish.

To compound this horrid food are small electronic tablets on the table pitching you complimentary items as if website advertisements, to which you may order alcoholic beverages or products. Had it not been lunch, the uncommon and welcomed full bar would have been taken advantaged of in order to dissuade my senses of the remainder of this awful consumption experience.

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Assessment - YC's Mongolian Grill
YC's Mongolian Grill
9120 E Indian Bend Road
Scottsdale, Arizona, North America
85250

Date: 13:00 315/073
Genre: Mongolian BBQ
Serving: 12.95$ (Unlimited)

In a world of illusionary expediency, even the laid back Mongolians have succumb to the American scattering pace. The dining experience at YC's Mongolian Grill models a Baja Fresh style of finer fast foods. Rather than being seated at a table and served a beverage, here you are accountable for all things including payment up front, a more buffet singularity ala Soup Plantation. Upon the exchange of tender, you are given a bowel and it is here that class diminishes. Rather than an unlimited attempt at perfecting your cuisine, you are given but one opportunity and there are little boundaries to your excess. Humans have always been no more fanciful than swine when dining buffet and this validation is no more apparent than when having to heave mighty amounts of food in to a single bowel, but once. Over flowing gorging so that it produces a secondary pile upon the tray was seen before me in a line burdened by people's simple minded perceptions that ingredient combinations created an exquisite cuisine. There is no sense of calm or nature here, unlike previous incarnations we have adored. YC's Mongolian Grill is a mall food court grade restaurant which while successful for the hogs, does little to create an allure of an unique experience and it is this experience that trumps quality, consumed yet unnecessary.

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