Mrs. Φ and I ate at TGI Friday’s one evening a while back. We were returning from the hospital where Mrs. Φ had been admitted with potential complications from a surgery she had had a few days prior. It turned out not to be too big of a problem, and she was feeling well enough to stop at a restaurant on the way home while Grandma and Grandpa watched the girls. We are normally Chili’s people when we’re out as a family, but that night we decided to try something different.
Φ [as we took our seats]: “You know something? Take a look around the restaurant. There are an inordinate number of groups of what appear to be unaccompanied young women. They far outnumber the guys in the place.”
Mrs. Φ: “Ladies night out, perhaps?”
Φ: “Not that I would ever, you know, notice anything like that.”
Mrs. Φ: “Ha! You sound like a guy that hasn’t been laid in a while.”
Φ: “Good point. Tonight’s the night!”
Mrs. Φ: “Mmmm . . . not yet, I’m afraid.”
Φ: “I wasn’t asking you.”
Mrs. Φ: …
Mrs. Φ: “You are so going to get smacked!”
Φ: “We can work that in.”
The Cajun Shrimp and Chicken was the best meal I had had in a restaurant in a good while. Definitely add TGIF to your rotation.