Suits?! Oh, yeah, you think you can just walk in anywhere you please like you own the whole rice-fluffin' place, don'tcha, Mr. Thirty-Six Dollars An Hour Plus Benefrickin'fits?! Why, I oughta-

Oh, yeah. Buncha old hens. They go out for lunch and usually take over a whole Bavarian-cream-filled restaurant to play cards and fuss over every French-fryin' detail of everyfrickin'thing. Have you ever made a coffee, with one and three quarter sweeteners in it? Peas and rice, coffee shouldn't involve fractions, what the hell is wrong with people?!

I had to! Damnit, Wright, caramel-coated croque-en-bouche, they talk about the place like it's just any greasy dive, you should hear the rumours those crones spread around but they keep stock-stewin' coming back, what's a respectable chef supposed to do?!