...recommended a place to eat. Well, I ate there and I wasn't happy with my food at all. In fact, I need to go correct it tonight. When I say I'm going to correct it, I mean that I am going to right the wrong that was this terrible food, by enjoying food of the same ethnicity that I know I love. So I'm going to beg Leon to take me to Ernesto's tonight. I need some froo-froo "mexican" food stat.
When I recommend a place to eat, I feel totally responsible if the person I give the directive to doesn't like it. But that's just my remnant catholic guilt.
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