Even better, have them type in the menu to whatever they use to create their PDF (presumably they do actually print menus to give to diners
In any case, WTF do restaurants insist on publishing their menus as poxy goddessawful PDFs anyway? This is just pandering to the designer's pitiful little ego. If you want me to come dine, give me something I can READ, damn you.
It started off similarly in Ireland: local-call dialup in cities, nothing anywhere else (although universities had leased lines). The then-recently-denationalised-former-state-monopoly telco was completely pig-ignorant about data, but eventually offered dialup and then DSL. Finally they started to see the light, and the cable TV companies found they could carry an Internet service, and it started to take off — in the cities (no such thing as rural dialup). Now I have 200Mb from my cableco, but if I lived out in the deep countryside, I would have dialup only, probably long-distance to the nearest city, as the landlines can't carry much else of a signal (and many of them are still party lines), and there's mostly no data cellphone service, so no dongles. The government keeps spouting motherhood statements about rural and island connectivity, but it's patchy and poor.
Long before those things ever existed people weren't buying SkyMall's useless, overpriced crap.
Obviously false, since people don't stay in a business for decades just to piss away money.
Wasn't that either. It comes as a shock to many N Americans to realise that SkyMall catalogs, like the Hammacher-Schlemmer catalog and others, are only available in N America. I, like many visitors, would gaze in amusement on domestic flights at the variety of unbelievable tat (and the occasional jewel) that was only available to N Americans.
There are plenty of suck^H^H^H^Hpotential customers in other countries too, but neither SkyMall nor any of its suppliers are aware of this, so (a) those markets go untapped, and (b) SkyMall dies.
So long, assholes.
where does a person turn for a three button mouse these days?
The one on my desk you may have only when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.
"Money is the root of all money." -- the moving finger