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Out of nowhere the other night Libby announced that she had a craving for Red Lobster. More specifically, she had a craving for "these awesome cheesy biscuits" that you get for while you wait for your dinner. This was more or less her first craving since she got pregnant and will most likely be her last. So much for my dream of Popeye's fried chicken 3 nights a week.

It was news to me that she had even been to Red Lobster. I've only eaten there once, maybe 15 years ago, and all I remember is that I had popcorn shrimp and that Libby wasn't there. She claims that she went one night while on a business trip. She ate alone, with only the cheesy biscuits to keep her company. >sniff< It's so sad.

I wasn't thrilled with the idea of going, but after a couple of evenings of pouting, I caved and agreed that we could skip our [heretofore mandatory] weekly Pho outing and go see what the big deal with the biscuits was all about. Plus, there was a pretty good chance that I'd get to order something with "Capt'n" in the title, and that's always fun.

Result: Biscuits were good. Hot and cheesy and greasy and fake-garlicy and delicious. The waitress gave us an extra bag to take home. We had them for lunch the next day. Bring it.

That said, Red Lobster is a joke. For $25/head - with only one of us drinking and no appetizer or dessert - the food is criminally bad. Take it down by half and you maybe have a concept. How a place like that stays not just open, but packed to the gills [get it?], is completely beyond me. Who are these rubes? And why does everyone in this place - myself included - have such a bad haircut?

I figure in 15 years I'll be ready to re-evaluate.