Max C.
Yelp
Attend me now:
Here dwells a house where the numbers lie more boldly than the food itself. Gaze not too fondly upon the prices etched upon the sign by the cold-box, for they are but fair promises that melt away upon approach. Each item swells by a dollar or more at the moment of reckoning--and this, ere yet the added tithe appears, a health surcharge of five percent (a levy that once knew the modesty of three and a half).
Nor does the procession of demands end there. After the tally is grown fat with hidden additions, one is met with the audacity of a tipping prompt, standing proud where apology might better serve.
So hear my counsel, freely given: deal plainly and speak true. Transparency, like seasoning, improves even a humble dish--and without it, no garnish may save the meal.