my great aunt took me to red lobster today. it was awesome, mainly because i haven’t been in a couple years. i kept getting flashbacks to this one time i convinced mai and christine that it would be funny to go to the olive garden in chelsea, to get cheap food and to act like tourists. they were good sports, even when the sketchy server disappeared for 30 minutes and the (shockingly expensive) food finally arrived looking like dog crap. secretly i think everyone had a great time, even though nobody ever let me pick a brunch place ever again.
i guess the main draw to really bad chain restaurants is always the endless bread feature.