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	<title>Comments on: Share a Story, Win $75 Gift Card to your favorite restaurant</title>
	<link>http://blog.boorah.com/2008/06/11/share-a-story-win-75-gift-card-to-your-favorite-restaurant/</link>
	<description>Thoughts on Restaurants, Local Search, Technology &#38; Announcements</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 11:35:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: LindaIg</title>
		<link>http://blog.boorah.com/2008/06/11/share-a-story-win-75-gift-card-to-your-favorite-restaurant/#comment-184</link>
		<dc:creator>LindaIg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 23:52:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.boorah.com/2008/06/11/share-a-story-win-75-gift-card-to-your-favorite-restaurant/#comment-184</guid>
		<description>We had a celebration dinner for our son's MSW graduation.  I am very allergic to corn and ordered a dish with flour tortillas.  It is important to note that two of the guests at this dinner were a Mexican man and the manager of a Mexican restaurant.  Our dinners were served and as I went to take the first tortilla out of the warmer, they both shouted and grabbed my arm  "That's a corn tortilla."  We got the waiter back and explained in very careful Spanish and English that I was violently allergic to corn and must have flour tortillas.  After quite a wait, the new tortillas came and my knowledgeable friends inspected the warmer only to find corn tortillas AGAIN!  Our Mexican friend went to the kitchen to return the tortillas with the same explanation as before, this time to the cooks.  Their response was, but the corn tortillas are better!  With much loud persuasion we finally got flour tortillas.  I never returned to that restaurant or any other Mexican restaurant again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had a celebration dinner for our son&#8217;s MSW graduation.  I am very allergic to corn and ordered a dish with flour tortillas.  It is important to note that two of the guests at this dinner were a Mexican man and the manager of a Mexican restaurant.  Our dinners were served and as I went to take the first tortilla out of the warmer, they both shouted and grabbed my arm  &#8220;That&#8217;s a corn tortilla.&#8221;  We got the waiter back and explained in very careful Spanish and English that I was violently allergic to corn and must have flour tortillas.  After quite a wait, the new tortillas came and my knowledgeable friends inspected the warmer only to find corn tortillas AGAIN!  Our Mexican friend went to the kitchen to return the tortillas with the same explanation as before, this time to the cooks.  Their response was, but the corn tortillas are better!  With much loud persuasion we finally got flour tortillas.  I never returned to that restaurant or any other Mexican restaurant again.</p>
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		<title>By: Debbie S.</title>
		<link>http://blog.boorah.com/2008/06/11/share-a-story-win-75-gift-card-to-your-favorite-restaurant/#comment-177</link>
		<dc:creator>Debbie S.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 01:55:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.boorah.com/2008/06/11/share-a-story-win-75-gift-card-to-your-favorite-restaurant/#comment-177</guid>
		<description>I once dined with my toddler, Clara, and my friend Dana at a fancy restaurant, Rosa Mexicano, in Manhattan. Fearing Clara wouldn't like Mexican food, I'd bought her a burger en route. As I unwrapped it, the paper wrapper touched the votive on our table and burst into flames, also setting the tablecloth ablaze. I smacked the flames down with my hands, which startled Clara so badly she threw up on me and knocked a bowl of guacamole in my lap. I had to strip in the bathroom and wash my clothes in the sink. Imagine  fellow patrons' surprise to walk in there and see a woman standing in her skivvies! When I got back to the table, Dana said, "You're lucky I love you because your shirt is green and you smell like baby vomit." That was quite the evening.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once dined with my toddler, Clara, and my friend Dana at a fancy restaurant, Rosa Mexicano, in Manhattan. Fearing Clara wouldn&#8217;t like Mexican food, I&#8217;d bought her a burger en route. As I unwrapped it, the paper wrapper touched the votive on our table and burst into flames, also setting the tablecloth ablaze. I smacked the flames down with my hands, which startled Clara so badly she threw up on me and knocked a bowl of guacamole in my lap. I had to strip in the bathroom and wash my clothes in the sink. Imagine  fellow patrons&#8217; surprise to walk in there and see a woman standing in her skivvies! When I got back to the table, Dana said, &#8220;You&#8217;re lucky I love you because your shirt is green and you smell like baby vomit.&#8221; That was quite the evening.</p>
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		<title>By: Arjay</title>
		<link>http://blog.boorah.com/2008/06/11/share-a-story-win-75-gift-card-to-your-favorite-restaurant/#comment-176</link>
		<dc:creator>Arjay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 00:28:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.boorah.com/2008/06/11/share-a-story-win-75-gift-card-to-your-favorite-restaurant/#comment-176</guid>
		<description>Not sure this is interesting, but I had this horrendous experience at Thai Orchid in San Jose. We had ordered a vegetarian yellow curry. A few minutes later my food arrived but it had chicken in it, so I told them I had ordered a vegetarian dish. Quickly, she pulls out the spoon from her pocket and scoops out all the pieces of chicken. I have never gone back there since.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not sure this is interesting, but I had this horrendous experience at Thai Orchid in San Jose. We had ordered a vegetarian yellow curry. A few minutes later my food arrived but it had chicken in it, so I told them I had ordered a vegetarian dish. Quickly, she pulls out the spoon from her pocket and scoops out all the pieces of chicken. I have never gone back there since.</p>
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