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| - Thank God It's Friday, indeed! Our calamitous week was over, and weary from the possibly demonically-influenced chain of events that plagued us, we decided to play it safe and dump one of those birthday gift cards my father (and his sense of humor) gave me.
Kay claims that this is the hipster's preferred chain. Pop culture memorabilia fills the walls. To my right I could see a mint condition Gold Key Fat Albert and The Cosby Kids comic book http://www.milehighcomics.com/cgi-bin/backissue.cgi?action=fullsize&issue=31320133744%201 (it's worth over 50 bucks!) next to a blown up photo of Archie Bunker. Irony: It permeates the joint.
What also permeates TGI Friday's is competent food and service.
Kay had her heart set on the Sesame Jack Chicken Strips, which come off as redneck Asian fusion, like Maylene and the Sons of Disaster jamming with Sigh, those sesame seeds and Panko crumbs marrying that Jack Daniels glaze and chicken in a double shotgun weddin'.
It was the equivalent seeing a goateed kid in a trucker cap and Alabama Thunderpussy shirt and finding out he's actually pretty cool and not fronting in the least. I mean, he really likes suvvern metal, and he wears the trucker cap because that's what he truly does for a living. Yee haw and hell yeah!
In fact, I was so enamored with that scene, I got the Captain Morgan Caribbean Conga-Line Chicken Sandwich. Ya get a chicken breast slathered in Captain Morgan's rum, which is put it in a brioche bun along with avocado, sour cream, pineapple pico, and...holy cilantro Batman! Cilantro's becoming my favorite herb, I swear. It does not taste like soap. I mean, these haters need to start speed dating or volunteering or something...
http://ihatecilantro.com/about.php
Enough about them. Instead of sweet potato fries I got the Loaded Mashed Potatoes. I dunno, I like cheddar and bacon in my mashed taters. If my mom made them this way years ago, I might have learned to like mashed potatoes at a much earlier age. I didn't know they still had them (it's been a few years since I've been to TGI Fridays). I had to ask for "those mashed potatoes" and nod a certain way. Our burly and very cool server Brian got the picture.
Kay got a beautiful steak that looked like a brick shithouse and tasted like a dream.
Dessert then commenced. I got the Oreo Madness which is just a big Oreo cookie with ice cream in the middle and hot fudge and caramel on an oblong plate. I picked it up and ate it as Kay and Brian chuckled.
"That's the way to do it, man," Brian said.
I don't dismantle my Oreos either. You people who open them, eat the cream, and discard the cookie are misguided, man.
Kay got the Brownie Obsession, and I hadda help her out with it, and it was good enough that I didn't mind.
Kay also ordered a Pink Punk Cosmopolitan drink, something that involved cotton candy and was very girly.
She accuses me of hating on chains just because they're chains, but she's wrong because if a chain's good, I won't hate on it, and TGI Friday's is pretty damn good even if they remind me of a certain classic of 90's comedic cinema...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=md_dg8B8tmk
Brian didn't have any flair yet, but the flair was elsewhere fer sure.
Hails...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_VIdjfnmAo
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