Eating Good in Your Neighborhood...

[flojothehojo]

*hums Applebees jingle* Okay. I'll admit it to the world. I've totally underestimated Applebees as a dining establishment. Actually, now that I think about it, it's really not my fault. I'll blame it on the three words Realtors love to throw at you when you're annoyed: Location, location, location! I mean, imagine putting a Chili's right next to an Applebees, which is right next to a really good Mexican Restaurant called La Rosas (mind you, you'll probably get gas if you go there. Not pleasant...) which leads to you then having the weighty decision of deciding on what place to blow your cash in, placed upon your feeble shoulders. Ack! Death to my brain...and quite possibly some of my good arteries. Just kidding. Moral of the story? Applebees is a pretty decent place to eat on a Saturday night. Mind you, when you're there, it happens to be someone's birthday every five seconds and you get to see all of the Applebees employees grimace their way into a very off key, new age birthday ditty which eventually annoys the hell out of you, but you secretly enjoy it. Because, you know, it's nice to see someone else besides you squirming under pressure coupled with utmost embarassment. Not to mention, that the water kind of tastes iffy. (Okay, it kind of tastes like piss. Order a coke. And pray.) Aside from that, the food is cheap and good. And the atmosphere is amusing. Whereas, Chilis is where all the wannabe trendy 20 somethings bring all of their dates (annoying dates, mind you) when Starbucks runs out a Vanilla fraps and where parents, who think they're hip, bring their children to try to impress them. (They're all brats, really...) Nevertheless, the food is still very good, ableit a trite expensive, when you're on a budget of nothing. Weh. My opinion? Go to Applebees. Or La Rosas if you think gas is funny.

And you see? This is what Florence does when she's supposed to be working on Fasfa but can't figure out her parents finanical situations because she's too lazy to go downstairs and bother the beasts...err, her loving parents. She writes reviews and hoplessly rambles on and on. She should be eaten.

Blarg. Oh yeah, people. I got a scholarship from Baylor. Whoop. Too bad I'm still not going there. Why, you ask? Four words: Because it's in Waco. Nuff said. Plus, David Koresh might haunt me back into a church.

I think I'll go have a salad.