I hesitate to recommend
A show or restaurant to a friend.
What I may like, my pal may not;
I’m sure that happens quite a lot.
For taste is most particular
And some are so nitpickular.
The better answer, if they ask,
Is that you’re not up for the task.
But sometimes, though, you slip and tell
And luckily, it works out well.
You’re happy that you chose to share,
But those exceptions can be rare.
‘Cause if the opposite takes place,
You’re left with egg upon your face.
It’s better not to recommend,
Despite the good that you intend.