Huh?

I've visited enough restaurants to know not to be fazed by minor, or even relatively major, imperfections. The terrible secret of the restaurant business, it seems to me, is that most places are bad.

Having said that, though, responding to an order for french fries by prying open a defrosted box of name brand oven chips (available from the local grocer) and putting them in the toaster is new to me. To the staff of "Doghouse" in Harvard Square - my congratulations.