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Chain Gang

2 weeks ago I had lunch at Olive Garden.

I know. I know.

But sometimes you just need a chain restaurant. Sometimes you need fatty, affordable, mediocre food with your family. No?

Well, as a precaution from making this a new bad habit and finding myself knee-deep in a TGIFriday’s happy hour tradition,  I stumbled upon a new way to haze myself when dining at chain restaurants:

Find a way to work the restaurant slogan into casual conversation with your waiter.

Yep.

At the OG, I asked for a third refill on our breadsticks and she said, “Baby you can have whatever you want as long as you’re sitting at my table,” to which I trigger-responded, “When you’re here you’re family, right?”

I thought perhaps I had broken the time-space continuum or time had frozen; it felt that monumental of a discovery. Combining two of my loves: overeating and slogans? Felt too good to be true. Turns out I had been practicing for years by trying to make “No rules, just right” (Outback Steakhouse) my personal life tagline.

So, to bring you in on this newfound Rush family tradition, here are some ways to do this at other glorious chain restaurants as you experience–as my favorite food blog, “2 Man Chain Gang” puts it– “the irony of slow cooked, fast food.”

  • IHOP - “Come Hungry, Leave Happy”
    • When your waiter asks how everything was, reply, “Well, we came hungry and we’re leaving happy, so what does that tell you?”
  • Red Lobster – “Life in Land is Dry
    • The only thing I can think of that is breezy here is using the slogan to get a refill.
  • Applebee’s – “Eatin’ Good in the Neighborhood”
    • This one is easy. When your waitress says, “Thanks for comin’ in!” You can explain, in a heartfelt way, “Oh our pleasure. We really try and eat good in the neighborhood. Gotta keep it local, right?”
  • Dominoes - “Get the Door. It’s Dominoes.”
    • This one will be really natural, especially if you are rude to your roommates. Doorbell rings and you just tell your roommate to get the door because the pizza is here. Doy.
  • Chili’s Bar and Grill “Like No Place Else” (P.s. it’s amazing to call it by it’s full name. I am for SURE doing this from now on, always.)
    • This one is a cake walk. Because after queso and an awesome blossom, you will quickly remember why it is unlike anywhere else on earth. Try a simple, “Man you guys make a guiltless grill chicken sandwich like no place else!”
  • TGIFriday’s – “In Here it’s Always Friday”
    • You can either go on friday and have too many Ultimate Electric Lemonades and keep screaming something about being so glad it’s Friday, or make small talk on a Tuesday and earnestly tell your waiter, “Frankly I came for the distraction from work, because I heard in here it’s always Friday.”

So go, godspeed. Make Mama proud.

LR

New Lyndsay/Old Lyndsay

I love a bargain.

In fact, I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t.

This weekend included one of my favorite past times: selling old clothes to buy new ones.

Our fav Chicago spot for this is Crossroads. Bridget, Lauren and I have had many an adventure schlepping our unwanted items there and back (some adventures were less successful than others. I’m still mad they never bought my sparkle-y clutch. Jerks.)

This Saturday I had a few gems that I knew they’d want to buy so I started browsing the goods knowing that I’d be able to “buy” something off of the items I would “sell” to them.

The past few months as I’ve been saving money to move in January, I’ve been really good about not shopping. So here was my guilt-free chance to splurge a little (If you consider 2nd hand clothing splurging…which, I do.)

So there i was in the dressing room with a pile of skinny jeans thinking how wise I was being for buying a ‘necessity’. After trying on a few pairs I thought to myself, “Hmm maybe I don’t need anything. Maybe I’ll just save the store credit for a time when I have something I really want to buy.”

“Wow,” I then told myself, “This must be the new, responsible Lyndsay.”

And then I tried on another pair. But They didn’t fit. In fact,  they didn’t even sort of fit–unless you consider zipping your pants optional. And the wash wasn’t that cute.

But they marked down to $5. FIVE DOLLARS. Even five dollar foot-longs aren’t really just five dollars.

This led me to the thought, “Well if I lose weight soon these might be cute…and five dollars is such a steal…”

It was then I realized, Old Lyndsay hasn’t gone anywhere.

But thats ok, I like her.

And I didn’t buy the jeans–that’s growth, right?

Traveling Pants,

LR

On my mind: Cooking is fun. Cleaning up afterwards is not so fun.

Listening to: Myself getting a second helping of Pumpkin Bread. So sue me its practically a holiday.