How I very nearly bankrupted Red Robin, just by using the bathroom.

Red Robin. An American institution, fixed up with delicious burgers, shakes, and an all around traditional helping of fatty foods, a fun atmosphere, and, oh, pretty ignorant managers who happen to just leave INDUSTRY LEADING TRADE SECRETS in the middle of a scroungy bathroom. That's right, Red Robin. After enjoying one of their many delicious bacon-stuffed amenities, I wandered into the nearest restroom, and, much to my surprise, found a little black book in one of the stalls. Believing it was a checkbook, I picked it up to see if I could find a name, address, something along those lines. Instead, what I found inside was a full helping of classified recipes, manuals for cooking equipment, even remote login instructions (with pass codes) for their CCTV system. Smooth, Red Robin, real smooth. Heck, I was thinking about taking it over to the Five Guys and attempting to sell it then and there. Fortunately for them, I managed to drop it by a waitress on the way out. I only wish I had taken a shot of their delicious Peppercorn Burger for home usage.