Tonight I have to go to Don Pablo's. I've never been there and am slightly dreading it, though hope the company and margaritas will placate me.
Understand that I hate chain restaurants with a passion. Hate them and their heaping mounds of mediocre food. If I wanted to eat mediocre food I could stay in the bungalow kitchen--(though I never know when I'm going to surprise myself.)
I still have two girlfriends from high school and we resolved to get together 3 times per year in celebration of each other's birthdays. This is hard to manage since among the three of us we have produced 8 little children. (I've only contributed one to the total).
The birthday girl always gets to choose the restaurant--and there is one of us who is simply not bothered by the chain mentality--whereas I suppose I go too far in the other direction, but heck, if I'm going to hate something, there's no sense being half-hearted about it.
Often I pine for Milwaukee and all its wonderful little mom and pop and ethnic restaurants. I spent eight years in Milwaukee during college and graduate school, and though I was happy to leave the big city & that constant sense of having to be on my guard, I sure do miss the chicken paprikash (made without sour cream) at Three Brothers Serbian Restaurant and the raviolis at Albanese's Tavern.
Incidentally, I only lived about three blocks from Jeffrey Dahmer & moved back to Minnesota the week he was caught. I swear I recognized his face as a patron of the neighborhood restaurant I used to work in called Chicago's.
Suppose he mostly survived on normal food.
9:14:15 AM 
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