So my wife and I when we were newly married decided one day, "hey, let's go to Long John Silver's - we haven't been there in a long time".
You know when you walk into a restaurant and SLIDE up to the front register because there is so much grease on the floor? Yeah, that kind of feeling.
Get behind the one guy in line to order (a big guy), and he's talking with the man behind the counter like they know each other. He says something like the following:
MAN: "So, you seen 'Joe' lately, I haven't seen him in a while?"
KID: "Oh, you didn't hear about 'Joe'?"
MAN: "No, what happened?"
KID: "Joe had a massive heart attack and died."
MAN: "Really, that's horrible, he was only in his 40's. I'll miss him, I used to see him in here EVERY DAY."
Every day.
Every.
Day.
We've never been back.
Oh, and I like a few things off of Taco Hell's menu, but only go maybe once every 4-6 months.