For Phil's birthday, one of us had the terrible idea to go Heart Attack Grill. None of us had been there, but we heard the waitresses were hot, so maybe we would go (this is a post that I neglected to make months and months ago). I did not know there existed a place that would make Hooters look classy. And delicious. Not only do they put hospital gowns on you (they will refuse to serve you if you don't wear one), but they play videos of them making the burgers on the tv's there. Yes, videos of them dipping the buns in lard before frying and preparing them (luckily they don't do that anymore). Oh yeah, and there's the girls. It was, just bad. But. An experience. That I will never have again. Though Phil did eat the four patty, two pound burger and get wheeled out to the car in a wheelchair. Oh, America.
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