#bottomless fries

I’m dishing out what pisses me off about Red Robin.

Unlike Red Robin who doesn’t dish-out their french fries.

I was just at Red Robin. I go fairly regularly because their guacamole bacon burgers are great. 

Back in the good ‘ole Red Robin days, a plate of fries would greet you before the server would. Bottomless meant bottomless. It was awesome. 

Now, whenever they give you fries they mean literally “fries” as in: more than 1. 

-Pic from Yelper Renee.

So,... why are you saying all this? You ask.

 Because, I stand up for what’s right. And this is wrong. Instead of bottomless fries, you change your slogan to ‘maybe 12 fries if you’re lucky. Yummmmm’. 

Every trip to Red Robin just ends in a pool of sadness as I anxiously await the Fry Goddess to bestow her fries on me, and yet I only get a crumb. Please, Fry Goddess, give me more fry. 

Drug dealer: If you want a deal, go to Red Robin.