Applebee's.
I love the place. It's the cheapest place I know of to get a couple beers and something to munch on after 10.
That being said, no one, and I mean NO ONE is going to make me go back there for at least the next two weeks.
I've spent enough time there over the past month to be considered a part time employee. I know member of the wait staff by name. If I eat there one more time, I'm going to start growing half-priced apps out of my neck.
I never wanted it to get to this point.
There was a time where I would absolutely refuse to go. Point blank. The end. That was before I turned 21. Now with my newfound ability to legally buy alcoholic beverages, the appeal of a place like Applebee's has increased tenfold.
But even my unabashed enthusiasm for beer and terrible stinginess won't convince me to make a return trip for the next couple of weeks. It's getting to the point where I might start growing chicken quesadillas in my intestines.
Which I guess isn't bad. If I could find a way to secrete fully prepared chicken quesadillas, I would probably be worth a lot of money. But that hasn't happened yet. So please, please, if you love me, or even kind of like me a little, don't ask me to go there for a little while.
On second thought, their three-cheese chicken penne is very good.
No. Please. I can't. No more 'Bee's until further notice.
Oh, and by the way - anyone know where I can get good two-fers in the meantime?
Thanks.
JJM.