I really do love your food. It's tasty, unique, offers combinations I love, and thanks to the local delivery service, I can enjoy it in the comfort of my own home if I don't feel like braving the sports-bar-esque atmosphere of your actual restaurant on any given night.
I especially love your "Texas Wrapped Shrimp" when I am in a comfort-food mood. Butterflied grilled prawns stuffed with pepper jack cheese and a slice of fresh jalapeno, wrapped in bacon and re-grilled. Delicious!
The one you slipped in that had a slice of fresh habanero instead? Not fucking funny, dude.
Oh, sure, J. and the cats might disagree with that assessment. And it might, somehow, have been an honest mistake. But after 5 minutes of flailing, coughing so hard I couldn't breathe, and ending up with numb and slightly blistered lips and tongue, I'm not in a terribly generous nor forgiving mood.