Stopped watching this season and ended up catching this out of the blue.
GOAT reality shyt
GOAT reality shyt
Ramz is always whispering in the voice over for the UK versionNot always. It doesn't have the amount of follow up as the English version has, which I enjoy because of Gordon being the voice-over guy to the show. Most of the shows end with Gordon stepping out, being kind of hopeful, and you get a small follow up about a few months down the road where they may be doing well, or starting to slip back into the same shyt.
Every season has one or to of the follow-up shows where eh visits three or so of the restaurants from the previous seasons, and at least one of them is closed. Sometimes he has to find other people, like a pastry chef to ask what the fukk happened, and where the fukk is the owner and such.
Apparently that place is still somehow open...
Part of me thinks it's just a front for a money laundering operation. They said that place had been open for YEARS.
The waitress who got fired said the place is typically a ghost town, they constantly throw way food and buy entirely too much food to be selling in the first place. No way a place run like that could still be open years after the fact without bankrupting the owner.
if you scared just say you scared
not scared of an old, short dude
but that bytch is bout that life
Apparently that place is still somehow open...
Part of me thinks it's just a front for a money laundering operation. They said that place had been open for YEARS.
The waitress who got fired said the place is typically a ghost town, they constantly throw way food and buy entirely too much food to be selling in the first place. No way a place run like that could still be open years after the fact without bankrupting the owner.
I was thinking the same thing. He invested over a million in that place and they move like they don't give a fukk.
Check out their Facebook page. Amy is stealing pictures and recipes and passing them off as her own. However, someone posted a link to the original photo and recipie dated three years ago. LOL
I personally witnessed the chef/owner's wife Amy or Amanda preparing food for a customer that complained about the way his food had been cooked in a way to punish him for complaining quote "I just made it really spicy so I hope it hurts him" She laughed snidely and sent it out to the unknowing patron. I believe that is not only unethical but immoral and illegal!
The other owner Samy pockets the tips that are intended for the servers and when confronted says that he does all the work so he should get all the pay, and that if you can find someone who will do all the work they can have some of the tips. This is also immoral and illegal!
Unfortunately, my time here was anything but joyous. I felt as if, as a customer, I was a complete bother. I ordered, what I thought, was one of the easier of the menu items (I was on a strict lunch and ordered something I figured was the easiest to cook, and even asked our waitress for recommendations on 'fastest food'). I waited 45 minutes and did not receive any food or any follow-up. I was annoyed, but kept my calm composure - and simply said, calmly, that I needed to cancel my order as I had a meeting to get to.
When I approached the manager with regards to my meal, he quickly turned into a raving lunatic. After arguing with the man and returning his favor of a raised voice, I left.
I wish I could comment on the food, but I can't - I never tasted it. The taste in my mouth for the horrendous management team and raving lunatics who run this establishment ruined my appetite.
"Amy" already served 14 months in prison for fraud (stole a SSN and used it to open a $15,000 line of credit), and her husband seems to hate anyone with a complaint and stated on camera (wtf?) that he is a gangster. Let's make sure they get a loud and clear message that their poor treatment of other people will not be tolerated, by not giving them one penny of your money. Scottsdale deserves better.
Upon entering, we were greeted by a warm and engaging Samy who hustled us excitedly, and totally not at all psychotically, to the nearest table. While perusing the best, and most honest and forthcoming, menu on planet earth, I hardly noticed that Samy had removed our shoes and was giving us pedicures! He said it was 'just one of those things we do!' Now THAT is service.
After our leg massages (although a little high up the thigh, Samy you rascal, this is a family show!) we ordered Caesar salads to start followed by a pizza and totally not ever shipped from 500 miles away ravioli. We were thrilled to wait the 3 hours for the salad to arrive as Amy came out of the kitchen to fawn over the staff and perform a little soft shoe for her adoring, and totally not starving, fans. Initially we thought the dressing was contrived over spiced crap, but Samy was kind enough to remind us that, although by a conservative estimate we had eaten over 43,000 meals in our lives, we have no fukking idea what we are talking about and we should probably just shut the fukk up. We all had a good laugh!
The fig jalapeno mutton black truffle oil velveeta shallot mango pizza arrived a barely perceived 53 minutes later. Lest anyone think that it looked like a luke warm, soggy pile of cow shyt with smaller lumps of multi colored shyt all over the top of it making us want to vomit, I can assure you friendly reader, it most certainly did not. Minutes after gutting down the skittles pizza we both began to uncontrollably projectile vomit and foul our pants simultaneously. Samy stopped by to remind us that not only did we not know how to eat, we knew even less about shytting and puking. Right again Samy. Right again.
Next up, the pepper encrusted okra pelican corn sweet spicy sour turnip sea snail, totally not shipped from 500 miles away, ravioli took our breath away. Along with the rest of the contents of our stomachs and bowels. Samy complemented us on improving our technique since the last bout but wisely cautioned us not to 'get big heads over it fukksticks'. He reminded us of his 'gangster' status and that he and his gang of other greasy haired 108 year old foaming at the mouth raving psychopath friends would 'fukk our asses up' and steal our gramophones, and our bicycles with giant front wheels and tiny rear wheels.
Amy then emerged from the kitchen wild eyed and ranting about 'the haters' and accused us of being among their ranks. But when she found out how much we had been threatened to enjoy her 'food' she broke into an interpretive dance that involved smearing our excrement all over her body as an acceptance of our compliment. Oh look at the time! It was 5:36am two days after we had arrived. Samy promptly doubled our check, added a 36% tip which he then pocketed, and after a little more soft shoe from Amy we went merrily on our way as she lovingly screamed obscenities at us in way of a final farewell.
I met my friends Daniel and Steve at Amy's Baking Company for dinner. We needed to work out some past differences of opinions. Daniel was quite cross with me, and blamed me for all of this troubles. Thanks to Amy's wonderful BBQ Chicken and Mango Pizza and my friend Steve's quick mouth. We left the restaurant as friends once again. Great food, and great service. Plus I left a huge log in the urinal before I left. Great Day all around...
I created this yelp account with the sole intentions of reviewing Amy's Baking Company. This will be my only review I ever write, I thought I should share my experience after seeing these guys on tv. I visited this restaurant with my cousin and his wife after a funeral in 2010.
I don't remember what I ordered, one of their pizzas. The wait, in all honestly, was probably a little over 30 minutes. Still grief stricken from the funeral, I wasn't really paying attention to time. I usually have pizza delivered, so I'm not sure how long it takes to prepare at an actual restaurant.
After three bites, I was done. No thanks. Just went to one funeral, I don't want to put my family through another one. I got up and left, as my cousin and his wife followed. (They had not been served yet, but after seeing my dish, we agreed to leave).
I had THREE bites. I have never had such colorful diarrhea in my life.
I would recommend Amy's Baking Company to:
-People who do not want to pay $90 for a colon cleanse. (I recommend any of their pizzas for the fastest results)
-Abstract artists looking for inspiration. (Jackson Pollack could have created a portfolio of toilet bowl masterpieces after dining at Amy's)
-Pre-med students doing their thesis on mental behavioral health.
Don't go to Amy's. Just don't. Don't allow this show to give them any type of boost in business, they don't deserve it.
A few months ago I had the opportunity to visit Scottsdale on a business trip. Having heard that Gordon Ramsey would be filming there I decided to risk a visit with a few friends. I've never regretted visiting a restaurant more.
A few highlights:
It took over 40 minutes for the starters to make it to the table. We had salads!
The gnocchi tasted almost identical to the $3 a bag pre-made crap I get at the grocery store.
The garlic chicken pizza tasted of nothing but garlic. It was overpowering, and that's coming from someone who eats sauteed garlic cloves as a snack.
But worst of all was my plate, the chicken parmasagna. It was not only cold but was mostly raw. When I complained I was advised that "this is the way we serve it" and "everyone likes it this way".
I have a compromised immune system. What would send most people to the hospital can send me to the morgue. Eating this dish could have quite literally killed me, and me bringing this to their attention brought little more than a shrug and an implied accusation that I didn't know what "good food" was.
We didn't even know about the tipping issue when we went. We paid more than $100 for our meal and left a $25 tip. I went there expecting bad food, I mean Kitchen Nightmare's was going to be filming there, but had I known that they stole tips from their employees I never would've walked in the door.
And just in case anyone gets the bright idea to try to remove this review...I have a copy of my receipt and can show the deduction of funds from my bank account.
Do yourself a favor, avoid Amy's Baking Company. Let this restaurant die the death it so richly deserves. Food can be fixed, the willingness to steal from your employees shows a lack of moral character that can't be resolved.