I'd give Zip's zero stars if Yelp let me.
So, months ago and knowing I have a chihuahua a friend rec'ed Zip's.
Nice burger, conveniently halfway to Spo, he saw a local in there with his mut when he ate there, yadda yadda.
He forgot to mention that later he'd eaten there again and spent the rest of the trip stopping everywhere he could to allow his nether regions to boisterously vent whatever toxin/disease/pollutant/etc it was they put in his food.
Fast forward, we're on our way back from Spo, the GPS says many choices in Ritzville, we're parched and ready to stretch, etc.
So, we pull in.
First, we tried the drive through.... Not...
Some local in a pickup was busy chatting about all the local news and gossip with the squawk box...
Well did you hear this and that.... so last Sunday blah... sure's been hot... who is it that's dating whatsherface, on and on. For like five minutes (literally.)
You'd think these hicks' telegraphs were broken & they only got one chance a year to talk the way they were going at it. Hey moron, there's this thing called the telephone, how about you use that instead of the "fast" food drive-through squawk box!?!?!?!
Maybe go for broke and setup a telegraph or pony express so the rest of us can get on with our lives!?!?!?!?!
I should've taken that escapade alone as a sign, but call me an eternal optimist...
So rather than sit there sucking this idiots exhaust in the 105 heat listening to comments about alternately the local darlings' sex lives and the Sunday sermons, we finally gave up, backed around to a parking spot and walk in.
First thing I notice is that sure enough there's already a dog in the restaurant. Good, I'm thinking to myself.
So, I queue up whilst waiting... and waiting... I wait several more minutes and finally it looks like I'll get my chance to order when...
Some greasy, meth-head looking fry cook who'd been watching the queue all along suddenly decides I need to leave. Immediately.
Except that he tells me in a nasty haughty tone that I'll have to leave my dog in my car and come back and queue up again!!!
Yeh, right, moron. By now I'd spent ten minutes trying to get an order placed, and now I'm supposed to leave my dog to (literally) cook in 105 degree heat in my car, when I know for a fact they already let in locals with THEIR dogs and they've allowed another random customer in with their's...???
Not. So I depart, lock my dog in the car with the air conditioner on, go back in, and attempt to calmly reason with the staff and point out that they already routinely let dogs in.
The same greasy meth-head looking fry cook immediately goes into a visually obvious rage, starts cursing at me, and goes off on me about how it's illegal to have... he's not going to lose "his" restaurant so my little bleepity bleep vermin... the health dept blah blah, all the while spewing vile language at me. He ended by threatening to call the sheriff.
I'd had my fill by then and in a loud voice told him he could take his disease-filled restaurant and his obviously drug-addled dumb-f**k redneck hick threats-to-the-gene-pool coworkers and shove them up this stupid, disease-and-drug-addled redneck a*s!!!!
He threatened to call the sheriff and follow me out, and told him to go right ahead, and call the health dept while he was at it, since he obviously and routinely allowed dogs in his restaurant in the first place and there was currently one in the place. Just go right the f**k ahead!!!!! Idiot.
By now everyone in the place was listening and watching, and by the time I made it to the door a number of people were hooting and clapping their approval at me for having stood up to this moron. Apparently they have a reputation for randomly being nasty, foul-mouthed and just plain crappy to random people.
By the time I'd made it back out to my car, the other customer with the dog had folllowed me out, and as I was getting in my car a number of people who'd followed me out told me the food wasn't that good anyways and congratulated me for standing up to these threats to the gene pool.
Oh, and after the fact I discovered that not just my one friend, but another acquiantence had also gotten nasty food poisoning there.
My best advice: Avoid the "Deliverance" crowd at Ritzville all together, or if you must stop do the safe (boring bland, but at least not biologically tainted or toxic sludge) thing and eat at McDucks.
At least you won't spend be acquianting yourself with every toilet along I90 for the next several hours. read more