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I sent an email to Applebee's to complain about, well, everything with dinner last night.  But I amused myself with this particular line (please note that I'm exhausted and still vaguely drugged from the sleeping pills.  I might not be as funny as I think I am):

The food was so subpar that it made food that actually was subpar taste like it should from a restaurant listed in the Michelin Guide.

In essence, thhhhbt.  (Also, Applebee's doesn't need a live DJ blaring music so loud that I'm forced to yell at my mother to be heard.)

...and I have a dent in my bumper the size of my fist.  *chagrin*