TGI Fridays!
Who needs Jesus; or a meaning to life? Or fancy trips to Europe? Or a meaningful career?
Not me--if I can go to TGI Friday's--for lunch on Thursday!!
Yes, today, with little to do at work, and lots of time to kill, I ambled into TGIF's for good, clean American fun and excitement.
Everything about this place (on Dale Mabry, north of Bearss) is festive and charming. The walls are covered with stop lights and Lionel Ritchie posters and hoola hoops, and everything else I could hope for.
Around noon I sat at the TGIF bar, which was completely empty, except for lots of upside down martini glasses. After several minutes of sitting in the dimness and solitude, a waitress said,
"Has anybody helped you?"
"No," I said.
Then she brought me a big, thick plastic coated menu to peruse.
"Thank-you," I said.
A little while after that, the bartenter, a dude with a neatly-trimmed beard, and of latin american persuasion, I think, asked me what I wanted to drink.
"An iced tea," I said.
"You got it," he said smartly. Then I flipped through the plastic menu until I saw a picture of these tasty, chicken-nugget things that were called Captain Jack's Seasame Chicken strips. I ordered them the next time I saw the bartender dude.
Then I craned my neck around to see if there were any hot girls in the place, or excitement of anykind. There was a girl of some sort over in the next dining room but she really wasn't very hot. Up on one of the tv screen there was something about Abu Al Zakhawri(?) being wounded over in Iraq.
Before long, my seasame chicken strips arrived. They were pretty good, but they just seemed like an appetizer, and before you know it, my plate was empty and I didn't feel very satisfied.
So then I ordered a bowl of broccoli and cheddar soup. It was kind of glumpy and little cheese strings came off of it as I spooned it into my mouth. Pretty soon that was gone too, and I crammed my napkins and cracker wrappers and other dining garbage into my bowl and shoved it aside.
"How was everything?" the register girl asked when I went to pay.
"It was pretty good," I said.
4:40:57 PM 
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