Don’t eat at Friendly’s unless:
You want a tuna melt with french fries and really good pickles and you are in a good enough mood that you don’t mind spending a ton of money on what would cost way less anywhere else with that kind of quality and you want to feel warm and cozy like all those years when everything was ok in life and your mom took you to Friendly’s.
Or ice cream, from the outside counter, on a date, in July.
this is similar to my system for eating at friendly’s:
don’t eat at friendly’s
unless you’re going with someone who has some sort of attachment to the idea “eating at friendly’s” and then only get a coke if anything, and eat the french fries they don’t finish after they realize the food isn’t actually good.
also, there was a period where everything was ok in life? i must’ve slept through that…