one thing that i don’t like when i go to a restaurant is bad food and service.
ill be on that yelp review at the table.
on spill,
their main account spilled:

“Keith Lee is really ran thru atlanta like thanos”

…and i thought it was  “one of dem ones” type of scandals.
nope.
as you know,
keith is a legit food critic from tiktok with millions of followers.
folks have come to depend on his reviews.
he ran thru some spots in atlanta and gave some good and bad reviews.

@foreveralphanso Keith Lee at Toast On Lennox #greenscreenvideo #greenscreen #keithlee #toastonlenox #fyp #foryou #atlanta ♬ original sound – ALPHANSO | Pop Culture

he gave the real milk and honey and kandi’s restaurant,
old lady gang,
bad reviews:

@keith_lee125 The Real Milk & Honey taste test ???? would you try it ? ???? #foodcritic ♬ original sound – Keith Lee

( x the real milk and honey write up )
cardi b jumped into it to speak about her experiences in atlanta dining…

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when ( x catch ) first opened,
the pretty vixen got a special invite.
this is around the time when i first met her.
she didn’t know that her old manager was working there too.
he ended up giving us the hook-up on maaaaad deserts.
like,
they had to be wheeled out.
we ended up tipping him very well just for that.
depending on the black folks you don’t know in service settings,
you can end up getting a hook-up on food or products too.
it can be an unspoken rule depending on if you were cool and lucky.
this black jackal claimed he was racially profiled cause he got the hook-up at a restaurant…

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the game can’t sit with us.
well he can sit with me,
but he ain’t sitting in houston’s restaurant in pasedena.
all because of a couple issues he has.
guess what it is…

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I close my eyes and I open them to what I so uniquely imagine….

I am sitting in a restaurant.
I’m in a black booth with red leather seats.
It is shaped like a dysfunctional cupcake.
I am far in the back.
I’m not the type to be all in the front.
That is where it is easy access for everyone to bother and stare at me.
I despise people staring at me.
I am in a special VIP seating where only the big ballers pay.
I was one of those big ballers at last….

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