"Never going back again" --Fleetwood Mac

In our recent travels we passed a Red Lobster and I admitted that I'd never had that particular culinary experience. It didn't bother me, not being in the know. I realized I was a bit rare in this way but, hey, okay, it's not like having an extra nipple.*

But men tend to like "firsts". So, Friday, we went to a Red Lobster. You're judging me, aren't you?

I was pleased with the choice of drinks, the Caesar salad was fresh and Caesary--though it was overdressed, and I was quite impressed with the cheese biscuits:
Seriously. They should change the name of the place to Cheese Biscuits.

Even the service was on point.

What was terrible was the main meal, the very thing they brag about. The seafood ranged from mediocre to down-right nasty. The seafood lover in me? Not loving it, to say the least.

A minor plus: it was reasonably-priced nastiness.

And, if anybody asks if I've been to a Bob Evans, I'm keeping my mouth shut.



* No offense intended to readers afflicted with this condition. Or do you consider yourself "nipple enhanced"? "Nipple enriched"? "Nipple laden"? How many times can I say "nipple" in one footnote?**

**Nipple.