Damon's Sucks
Screw you, Damon's.
Screw you, and your zero inventory of medium rare prime rib. Your menu which no longer includes flavoured iced teas, "Main Event" prime rib, or garlic-encrusted prime rib. Your barely cooked baked potatoes. Your waitresses who forget steak-knives and let your butter and sour cream melt before they bring your meal.
And the wonderful flushing of my digestive system a short two hours later.
Screw you, Damon's: The Place for Ribs.