What an experience that was! Wednesday evening at a Frankie & Benny's restaurant. I would advise all potential customers of such an establishment to be sure to arrive after 8.00pm. I say this after having endured a testing time, arriving at 7.00pm for a mixed grill. The ambience was fucking atrocious, as the place was awash with squealing kids, and ineffective parents. Bouncing on seats, waving balloons and being really loud were a few kids parked in the corner next to what I thought was a walrus until a double take revealed the form to be that of an 18-stone woman - the mother. The din created by the kids was overlaid by Reet-Cuntin-Petite adding to the commercial tinnitus. Right behind me was another racket, with a squealing kid being rewarded for his play-acting with "sweeties", would you believe!
I would have been more comfortable sitting cross-legged on the platform of a London underground station. I will not be eating there again, period.
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