“Is that because we’re special?” my partner ventures.
By the time our bums hit the daisy-patterned booth we’ve been labelled pathetic, hipster losers and booed by the entire restaurant. I am told I am the ugliest writer to have my name in print and that I have a face for radio, but my voice is too annoying. My partner has been nicknamed “Gonorrhea”. The franchise began in World Square last year and launched offshoots across Australia, the UK and America. The Top Ryde diner has come out swinging to establish itself as the flagship restaurant’s savage little sister.A Karen demands our order. I go for a “Deep Fried Karen” chicken burger with a sprite floater. Spooked by the looming waitress spewing rapid-fire insults down his neck, Gonorrhea, who finds sweet chilli sauce on the spicy side, panic-orders a jalapeño margarita.
Last week, a trio of young girls lured their dad into the diner and within minutes of facing the waitstaff’s brutality, he fled to the adjoining shopping centre’s food court, where he sat in sullen protest while his daughters downed their shakes and churros.Louie Douvis And although parents are the Karens’ favoured prey of late, most have the thick skin it takes to survive a night at the diner.Just before a paper takeaway bag is shoved over my head and I’m frogmarched out like a captured insurgent, I ask a woman who’s having lunch with a group of other mums how she’s faring. The Karens have been roasting them viciously for an hour.
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Mohab__Kamel this place sounds right up my alley!