Have you ever used Yelp? It's a good way to discover what people say about restaurants and other businesses should you find yourself in a different city. Heck, I've discovered places in my own town thanks to Yelp.
The writing can get downright entertaining. In Redding, our star Yelp reviewer is a guy named Buzz. Buzz has over 200 reviews on Yelp, and he tells it like it is. I sent him a message a few days ago asking him if he did a blog, and if I could post one of his reviews on mine. Nope, he doesn't do a blog, and that's a shame. But, he gave me the okay to post this review.
So here's a Yelp review from Buzz, my very first, ahem, guest blogger. Caution: Buzz is rather blunt. His review concerns a place called the Palo Cedro Inn here in Shasta County, California.
Do you guys know how Game 5 of the NBA Finals turned out?
I'm asking because I went to PCI last night to watch the game -- our satellite dish was on the blink. I watched the second quarter in relative peace -- the only distraction was listening to the guy sitting a few stools to my left go on and on about how the world's supply of crude oil is actually infinite, and conservation is bullshit, because God replenishes it as we use it up. See, that's why the center of the earth is hot. It's God's way of cooking up more crude oil. There's actually so much oil that it's bubbling to the surface in Canada and the Dakotas, and the only reason there are shortages is because Democrats and environmentalists blah blah blah blah blah....
At halftime I'm eating my soup-and-salad dinner when a guy sits down next to me and proceeds to tell my all about his last five years in one long stream-of-consciousness epic saga. Included were details about a nasty divorce from a member of a prominent local hill clan that involved a prenuptial agreement regarding an $8 million estate, a back-stabbbing housemaid who committed perjury, a bitter custody fight, multiple car wrecks and DUIs, bulging discs, disability, Medicare, sexual molestation charges involving a minor.....
About every two minutes he says something like, "And that's all I got to say about that. I said enough already. You're trying to watch the basketball game. (He looks at the screen.) Hey, nobody touch the nigger! It's a foul if you touch that nigger. Ha ha ha." Then back to his life's story.
I'm staring a hole in the TV screen in the 3rd quarter, hoping the guy next to me is going to follow through on his promise to go talk to the owner, which is why he says he's there. A woman walks up and ask the bartender to change the channel.
This is the same bartender who knows I'm there to watch the basketball game, which I've been doing since I arrived, and I'm watching now with as much focused intensity as I can muster given that the guy next to me is still talking about how the girl involved in the molestation charge is a big fat liar, and he heard Glenn Beck say on the radio today that it's going to be a law that we all have to learn how to speak Spanish, and his only hope at getting the truth out about the molestation is the anchorman at Channel 24 News in Chico, and if you ever need a lawyer get one from Alturas 'cause they still make their living off the land over there, and the Grand Jury won't do shit about his ex-wife even though his lawyer told him they would.....
The bartender changes the channel.
Check, please.
The writing can get downright entertaining. In Redding, our star Yelp reviewer is a guy named Buzz. Buzz has over 200 reviews on Yelp, and he tells it like it is. I sent him a message a few days ago asking him if he did a blog, and if I could post one of his reviews on mine. Nope, he doesn't do a blog, and that's a shame. But, he gave me the okay to post this review.
So here's a Yelp review from Buzz, my very first, ahem, guest blogger. Caution: Buzz is rather blunt. His review concerns a place called the Palo Cedro Inn here in Shasta County, California.
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I'm asking because I went to PCI last night to watch the game -- our satellite dish was on the blink. I watched the second quarter in relative peace -- the only distraction was listening to the guy sitting a few stools to my left go on and on about how the world's supply of crude oil is actually infinite, and conservation is bullshit, because God replenishes it as we use it up. See, that's why the center of the earth is hot. It's God's way of cooking up more crude oil. There's actually so much oil that it's bubbling to the surface in Canada and the Dakotas, and the only reason there are shortages is because Democrats and environmentalists blah blah blah blah blah....
At halftime I'm eating my soup-and-salad dinner when a guy sits down next to me and proceeds to tell my all about his last five years in one long stream-of-consciousness epic saga. Included were details about a nasty divorce from a member of a prominent local hill clan that involved a prenuptial agreement regarding an $8 million estate, a back-stabbbing housemaid who committed perjury, a bitter custody fight, multiple car wrecks and DUIs, bulging discs, disability, Medicare, sexual molestation charges involving a minor.....
About every two minutes he says something like, "And that's all I got to say about that. I said enough already. You're trying to watch the basketball game. (He looks at the screen.) Hey, nobody touch the nigger! It's a foul if you touch that nigger. Ha ha ha." Then back to his life's story.
I'm staring a hole in the TV screen in the 3rd quarter, hoping the guy next to me is going to follow through on his promise to go talk to the owner, which is why he says he's there. A woman walks up and ask the bartender to change the channel.
This is the same bartender who knows I'm there to watch the basketball game, which I've been doing since I arrived, and I'm watching now with as much focused intensity as I can muster given that the guy next to me is still talking about how the girl involved in the molestation charge is a big fat liar, and he heard Glenn Beck say on the radio today that it's going to be a law that we all have to learn how to speak Spanish, and his only hope at getting the truth out about the molestation is the anchorman at Channel 24 News in Chico, and if you ever need a lawyer get one from Alturas 'cause they still make their living off the land over there, and the Grand Jury won't do shit about his ex-wife even though his lawyer told him they would.....
The bartender changes the channel.
Check, please.
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5 comments:
I believe Buzz is a man after your own heart, Hal.
Hahahah....great story. A man walks into a bar....
Wow. People actually believe that God is cooking us up another batch of oil even as we speak?
There's a guy who comes in the store and apparently believes that he is a prophet. He tells me that there is no more gas. He tells me that I need to get electric EVERYTHING because it's going to be chaos when we run out of gas. And he also says that about that time we will have two moons. I look at him. He looks at me. He tells me to remember this conversation when I look up in the sky and see two moons. I tell him that I sure will. He leaves the store.
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For the record, I think you do a fabulous job choosing the best title for your posts. What is this one? A Review from Buzz? Wonder what that one is about....wait! A Yelp review from Buzz! You nailed it, I don't care what Hapi says.
I alway enjoy reading the reviews that Buzz writes (because I hate writing Buzz's even though Strunk's says I should - even though others say it is okay - it just makes me all riled up). Hadn't read this one yet - thanks for sharing it. It doesn't really change my mind on the PCI - never go there. I found they served to the lowest (or shall I say loudest) common denominator the two times I visited.
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