Even though we didn't dine out much when I was a kid, I had some favorite restaurants. I loved the popcorn shrimp at Po’ Folks (which, looking at that menu today — hooboy is it problematic in its framing of poor people). The chicken tenders with honey mustard sauce and curly fries at Chili’s was my staple order well into twenties. East Texas summer Sundays were punctuated by a post-church trip to the Golden Corral, where I’d load up on fried zucchini coins on the salad bar and drench all of my vegetables with gloppy ranch dressing.
The future of restaurant criticism
The future of restaurant criticism
The future of restaurant criticism
Even though we didn't dine out much when I was a kid, I had some favorite restaurants. I loved the popcorn shrimp at Po’ Folks (which, looking at that menu today — hooboy is it problematic in its framing of poor people). The chicken tenders with honey mustard sauce and curly fries at Chili’s was my staple order well into twenties. East Texas summer Sundays were punctuated by a post-church trip to the Golden Corral, where I’d load up on fried zucchini coins on the salad bar and drench all of my vegetables with gloppy ranch dressing.