Don't Upset the Dining Gods
I don't know what I did, but somehow or other I managed to piss off The Dining Gods.I was in Chicagoland (the name given to the greater suburban area) this weekend visiting with my mother and her best friend who was visiting from Ohio. We skipped lunch in favor of increased shopping opportunities, so by 7 p.m. we were all past famished.
We decided to check out TGI Friday's. Only, the hostess said that there was at least an hour wait. She put us on the list and we decided to hedge our bets by checking out Lonestar. Part of the group motored that direction, only to find an hour's wait, so we were on our way back to Friday's. Then we learned that the other part of our group had relinquished our place in line, so we were back to zero. Then, we decided to check out Jimmy's Charhouse. However, there was a 90 minute wait here...so we loaded back up and went to the hotel and ate at the Bennigan's. Yowza. Then we had a shitty waiter who wasn't so much interested in, you know, waiting on us.
Now, I would have called this all coincidence if not for the happenings of the next morning. We tried to go out for breakfast. We started at The Cracker Barrel, but it was closed up tight, signs torn down, clearly closed up business for good. I swear to you, 3 weeks ago everything was just fine there. From there we went to another no-name place, but it too was closed, with the Valentine's Day decorations still hanging in the windows. Finally we made our way to IHOP and considered ourselves lucky to have found it open and serving food.
See what I mean? It must have been a conspiracy. Prince Charming now refuses to travel to Chicagoland without a hamper of convenience foods, just in case.
You have to wonder why so many breakfast places are failing. Personally, I suspect that the folks who would have gone to breakfast are still waiting for their supper table to be ready.
Tee Hee.
