I remember when Chili’s was just another corporate place at which I would never eat. Now, it almost feels like going there is a protest against obstructively expensive restaurants, with lousy parking and long waits, that are seemingly designed for out-of-state wealth-migrants.

How times change.

“You may all go to hell…”

Memes never die :)

Frosty margs and a skillet of queso is a state of mind.