If you're anything like us, the first thing you want to do after a hard day's work is kick it at your neighborhood American Eatery, where the drink specials taste like robitussin, where dead-behind-the-eyes waiters stare vacantly as you order from a 4 foot tall laminated menu, and where you're just as likely to be served a cup of melted cheese as you are tap water.
Welcome to 'If they fried poop i'd eat it,' a blog dedicated to the quintessential American tradition of the Family Chain Restaurant.
Through a combination of hunger, boredom, and sheer perverse curiosity, a group of brave souls from the DC Metroplitan area has come together to experience the finest in mass-marketed dining. Hopping from one infamous location to the next throughout the summer, they will pursue the simple goals of eating, drinking, and being merry, all the while experiencing as much "local flavor" as possible, and trying their darndest not to clog a left ventricle.
To kick off this caloric crusade, we started our crawl at the one and only TGI Fridays, where you apparently can't order a salad without it being smothered in nacho cheese. Needless to say, an incredible standard was set for the remainder of our journey, and, a timeless phrase and heroic rallying cry was born, thanks to the wisdom of our very own Lauren Gleason:
Welcome to 'If they fried poop i'd eat it,' a blog dedicated to the quintessential American tradition of the Family Chain Restaurant.
Through a combination of hunger, boredom, and sheer perverse curiosity, a group of brave souls from the DC Metroplitan area has come together to experience the finest in mass-marketed dining. Hopping from one infamous location to the next throughout the summer, they will pursue the simple goals of eating, drinking, and being merry, all the while experiencing as much "local flavor" as possible, and trying their darndest not to clog a left ventricle.
To kick off this caloric crusade, we started our crawl at the one and only TGI Fridays, where you apparently can't order a salad without it being smothered in nacho cheese. Needless to say, an incredible standard was set for the remainder of our journey, and, a timeless phrase and heroic rallying cry was born, thanks to the wisdom of our very own Lauren Gleason:
"If they fried poop, i'd eat it."
So true, Lauren. Wouldn't we all...
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ReplyDeletefunny and appropriate