Fucking TGIF

I have probably not been in a TGIF for more than a decade. But there is one right next to my hotel in Shinagawa and I went tonight. Big mistake. I was super tired after a long day and decided a burger and fries sounded good. The burger, which I ordered medium rare was cooked to desiccation. The fries, unremarkable in every way. The bartenders, sweet guys who were living in an 80’s version of wearing lots of flair and throwing bottles up in the air and catching them behind their backs, enthusiastically served the single white and red available by the glass.

Also, my client’s travel policy is punitive and I take a beating with my penchant for fine meals measured against their small-minded view of the world. So once in a while I try to at least break even. But I would rather pay than go through that experience again. I am well aware of the snobbishness of that remark, and as a guy who has spent more than my share of time living in and exploring parts of the world where any meal is a gift and anything outside the norm is celebrated, I still find that I want nice experiences when I am in an environment where there is no credible excuse for a substandard offering. So intellectually, while I realize why chains are able to offer a high gram protein and starch content for a low price, I do not forgive for their lack of creativity or passion for their craft. I have had far better meals in shabeens in South Africa townships–where the very limited menu was prepared and served with love and care.

So, 2/5 for TGIF in all categories. A 1 seems overly abusive but a 3 is out of their reach.

Tomorrow I am meeting a colleague for Korean food, followed by whiskey and cigars. I am hopeful of a more memorable experience.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close