Not only did I have to stand in line for 20 minutes with a bunch of skanky people, Stinko conveniently forgot his wallet so I had to pay! The fun doesn't end there. The hostess seated us right by the window! Thank goodness no one I knew walked by to witness my shame.
The fried chicken looked edible so I grabbed a piece of that but as soon as I sliced into it, a fountain of grease burst out and nearly blinded me. Luckily - and I use this term loosely, it was also steak night. I doused the rubber meat with generic A-1 sauce and didn't die of food poisoning. I'm stickin' with the mashed potatoes and corn - not that there ever be a next time.
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