Topic of the Week: Sonic Indigestion

My partner, who apparently grew up in a semi charmed Wonder Years life, has inspired me to come up with our first topic of the week. This week’s topic is restaurants we go to and then accidentally eat their food.
I think the most obvious examples of this is Fridays. While talking to several of the gentleman of the evening that are my roommates they reminded me that the price paid for a delicious mudslide is perhaps too high when chomping down a burger that has a bun which worked out harder than you did earlier that day. Its like eating at a student run restaurant except you aren’t required to be nice anymore.
Those of you who just clicked on my name to see if I am a guy and still drinking mudslides should quickly shut up because we men are guilty of nothing if not admiring the drinks that girls get to drink. The universe has doomed us to having lighter fluid as male drinks, its like going to a museum but all of our art is abstract sculpture.
While in the bay city of San Diego we ate a Fridays before going out and I was struck again on the fact that, outside of the beer it was remarkably similar to Jack in the Box. In fact its like seeing Katherine Zeta-Jones when you were expecting Jessica Biel. You are still happy cause you are drinking you just know it could have been better. Even though Jessica Biel has the skin color of a tangelo.
Now much like everyone else, I like to get a couple of shots of tequila before a movie that may not be that good. Put down the 12 steps, I saw those and took the elevator. We stopped in to a Fridays for a quick drink before Salvation (which is the only movie to ever hope that Michael Bay is coming to their rescue) and once again Fridays appeared to be the one place that everyone in the world gets their first job from.
Though Moniker talked to his family I am of the nature that if the television wasn’t on I just assume mom was mad at me. I cant fathom eating local neighborhood chain number one with anything less than fourteen televisions. That way at least the sweet neon glow can comfort me and my mudslide.