Kalah Allen

I ALMOST ordered from your food cart—the menu looked good, and I was hungry. It looked clean and appealing from a few feet away. As I got closer, it looked even better! You were wearing disposable gloves and changing them frequently after washing your hands!

But holy fuck! Once I got closer, I could see that your suntanned arms were flaking skin chunkers off! And they were falling around all over the prep area! Yuck! At times, the chunks would float away. You either need to wear a goddamn long-sleeve shirt or only sell croissants.—Anonymous