Well, damn, guess I have to eat some crow (or raven, in our case). The Ms. picked me up from work last night around seven. We were both starving, but most local places are closed for the holiday weekend. Neither of us felt like cooking, so we decided to stop at Applebees for the first time ever.
It was a desperation move, since I eschew ALL chain restaurants. They’re usually just places where you get badly prepared food, and where quantity is supposed to make up for quality.
The menu looked appealing enough, but generally speaking, menus that have pictures of the food usually mean disasters emerging from the kitchen. I was going to stay safe with a sandwich, but instead chose something called an “orange chicken bowl”. The Ms. got one of the Weightwatcher salads.
Well, damn again, if it wasn’t pretty tasty. The chicken was crispy, with a nice orange glaze, and sat on a bed of rice pilaf with almonds, pea pods, and roasted red peppers. Chased with a pint of Alaska Amber, it was pretty good. Likewise, the Ms. enjoyed her shrimp skewer salad.
I have to grudgingly admit that they may have something there that, while I won’t make a steady habit of going there, will actually do in a pinch.