1/5 Karun M. 9 months ago on Google • 3 reviews
SO
MANY
BULLS**T
THANKS
TO
THE
BOSS
We
went
there
on
Saturday
11/6
to
watch
the
live
broadcast
of
the
Champions
League
final.
Earlier
in
the
afternoon,
I
had
gone
there
in
person
to
reserve
a
specific
table
near
the
screen.
When
we
arrived
we
were
greeted
by
someone
who
I
later
learned
was
the
boss.
He
showed
us
to
a
table
where
the
view
was
blocked
by
a
column.
When
I
protested
that
I
had
booked
another
table,
he
became
defensive
and
proceeded
to
give
me
a
ridiculous
story
about
the
tables
being
booked
two
weeks
early.
The
funny
thing
is
that
two
weeks
ago,
no
one
knew
who
the
two
finalists
would
be,
so
his
story
smacked
of
bulls**t.
As
we
looked
Asian,
perhaps
his
subtle
racist
mentality
kicked
in
and
he
thought
we
might
be
pushed
around.
In
fact,
my
wife
is
100%
Swiss!
As
she
was
hungry,
we
reluctantly
took
another
table
elsewhere
and
left
at
the
end
of
the
first
half.
If
I
was
alone,
I
would
have
told
him
to
his
face:
Sir,
stop,
I
don't
want
to
listen
to
your
bulls**t!
The
only
positive
point
was
that
the
waitress
who
attended
to
us
was
very
nice
and
friendly
and
tried
to
calm
us
down;
same
for
the
server
(Ben
is
his
name,
I
think).
The
dish,
Tartare
Daurade,
which
my
wife
had
was
very
good.
It
was
my
fourth
time
there,
unfortunately
my
first
meeting
with
Mr.
Bulls**t
Boss!
Not!
Translation
A
LOAD
OF
BULLS**T
COURTESY
OF
THE
BOSS
We
went
there
on
Sat
11/6
to
catch
the
live
telecast
of
the
Champions
League
final.
Earlier
in
the
afternoon,
I
had
gone
there
in
person
to
reserve
a
specific
table
close
to
the
screen.
When
we
arrived,
we
were
greeted
by
someone
whom
I
later
came
to
know
was
the
Boss.
He
showed
us
to
a
table
where
the
view
was
blocked
by
a
column.
When
I
protested
saying
that
I
had
reserved
another
table,
he
became
defensive
and
proceeded
to
give
me
a
ridiculous
story
about
the
tables
being
booked
two
weeks
earlier.
What’s
amusing
is
that
two
weeks
ago,
no
one
knew
who
the
two
finalists
would
be
so
his
story
reeked
of
pure
bulls**t.
As
we
looked
Asian,
perhaps
his
subtle
racist
mentality
kicked
in
and
he
figured
that
we
could
be
pushed
around.
By
the
way,
my
wife
is
100%
Swiss!
As
she
was
hungry,
we
reluctantly
took
another
table
elsewhere
and
left
at
the
end
of
the
first
half.
If
I
was
alone,
I
would
have
told
him
straight
to
his
face:
Sir,
spare
me
the
bulls**t!
The
only
plus
point
was
that
the
waitress
who
attended
to
us
was
very
nice
and
tried
to
place
us;
said
to
the
waiter
(Ben
is
his
name,
I
think).
The
Tartare
Daurade
my
wife
had
was
very
good.
This
was
my
fourth
time
there;
unfortunately
my
first
encounter
with
Monsieur
Bulls**t
Boss!
No
more!