I just love how it's veered into a conversation about Cracker Barrel, or CB, as it's apparently known here.

I think Chili's and Friday's and that ilk survive on their atmosphere that you're at a party...or something like that. The upbeatness of the servers, the sports on the big screens. That kind of bullshit. It's like at my bank. They've run in a new crew of youngish sort of cuties. With the phony flirtiness of a drive thru coffee skank. I hate it because it is so fucking phony and designed to garner tips. I've been around whores, strippers, wife swappers enough to see right through it and all it does is piss me off.