Are you kidding New York Restaurant?

You make me wait 25 minutes or longer for a table. Fine. You're a popular restaurant so I can handle that. You charge me 250% of what the food costs you. Your food is good so it doesn't bother me that much. The waiter comes to take my drink order, and brings me a diet coke. When I am midway through the meal, clearly thirsty at this point because he hasn't been back to the table since the food came, he asks me if I want another diet coke. I am so thirsty from the sodium bomb that is my meal that without hesitation I reply yes. And then the bill comes and I realize that I've just spent $11 on diet coke. That, New York Restaurant bothers me. Are you kidding? First you have the audacity to charge $3.50 for the drink, which is ridiculous in itself, and then you don't have the curtesy to fill it up again and not charge me. When Frank the Tank bonged his first beer in Old School, he yelled at Spanish to "Fill it up again!" Spanish not only filled it up again, he didn't charge him. And that was for beer, which costs way more than the carbonated water and syrup that is pop (soda for the east coast readers. And if you call it anything else hold down the alt key and hit F4 and never read this blog again. That's just stupid calling it something else. What's wrong with you?) And you might argue that he might have charged him off camera, but if he had, do you really think he would have gotten into Lambda Epsilon Omega? No he wouldn't have. It probably costs you less than 25 cents to refill my glass but you charge me anyways? If you ever came to my house, New York Restaurant, I would charge you per square of toilet paper and serve really spicy chicken and prune juice. Then you would know what it feels like when you fiscally molest your patrons for another diet coke.