This is what happens when I attempted to dine with my mother and both her sisters. Mom wants Chinese, but Aunt #1 is on Atkins for the upteenth time and that's the one cuisine she finds difficult to work around. Aunt #2 wants only "American" food. So I foolishly suggest plenty of non-chain options, only to get them all rejected by either mom or Aunt #2. So after at least 45 minutes of this nonsense, we end up at Red Lobster.
Not the best Red Lobster, but certainly not the worst. Since Caesar salad is always overdressed, I made the mistake of ordering the dressing on the side not realizing I would need to utilize a butter knife to get any on the lettuce. The scallops on the broiled seafood platter were somewhat bland, and my mom's grilled shrimp had absolutely no color to them. They looked like boiled shrimp that somehow skewered themselves.
But other than that, everything was as expected. Except the part at the end of the meal where Aunt #2 remarks "I guess if you lived in the area, it would be fine to try somewhere local." Uh, I do, and we had this conversation before we ever left my house.