No matter how crappy the chain restaurant, if they build it, I will come. I don't know what it is about me and junk food. I have gourmet tastes, but sometimes nothing but chicken fingers dipped in ranch dressing, deep-fried cheese sticks, and a salad drenched in blue cheese dressing will do. I might skip IFH Monday's, though, where the hungover waiters taunt you with gay slurs, puke on your food, and ask you for blow while texting their dealers.


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