Sometimes I think about other blogs and how they make money by posting reviews, I don’t think this blog will ever do that, probably because nobody will pay to get one of the frequent bad reviews I give. Anyways, that’s not the topic here. I was on my way to my grandparent’s with my family when we had to stop to get some food. Obviously the choice of restaurant on Christmas Eve is a bit limited, but as we came in, we had a couple choices. My Dad wanted Piccadilly since we had not been there in a very long time.
My Mom on the other hand suggested Hooters, it kind of surprised the rest of us, but clearly we should have taken her suggestion. We got out and went inside, they had Christmas decorations up yeah, but the food was not very festive. It looked like what they would typically have, even their ‘specials’ were ordinary.
We walked down the line as the lunch ladies asked what we wanted in the same way I remember in high school. But instead of three sides we got only two. The entrees were also the same size I remember from high school, but instead of 1.50 like the school charged, they charged 4.50. The meals we had to choose from? Salisbury steak, fried chicken, a different kind of fried chicken, a smaller Salibury steak, pot pie, chicken strips. You know, all your favorite holiday specials right? I was actually surprised they didn’t even bother to have ham as an option.
We finished our selection of main dishes and got the sides, which were also strangely reminiscent of my high school days, personally I’d gotten fried okra and macaroni. We then paid the lady at the end, exactly the same way you did in a hi- Now is the high school cafeteria line based on Piccadilly or is Piccadilly based on somebody missing their high school days??
Regardless, we eventually got to sit down. The Salisbury steak was while never great, just seemed like a soggy hamburger here. My mom’s chicken was dry, and my dad’s pot pie just tasted bad to him. my macaroni was a flavorless mush and the okra was extremely soft rather than fried to be crispy. Around the table, nobody liked any main or side they got. Six of us were there in total, that’s six dishes and twelve sides and not ONE of them was good. (my dad who got a slice of cake did say the cake was OK)
We were never picky eaters either, and considering we were cramped in a car for 4 hours with no food, we were probably extremely tolerant to taste as it would at least kill the hunger and let us stretch out. We all agreed however, this was the worst meal we had in a very long time.