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Applebee’s… Seriously?

After our fine meal at Vietnam, we walked fairly aimlessly towards center city. It turned out to be quite a nice night so none of us minded. As a joke, I said we should go to Applebee’s to get some girley drinks. O agreed. I pass by the center city Applebee’s all the time. I always threaten that if we can’t decide on a place to eat, we’ll just go to Applebee’s. I’m kidding, of course. On a night that was bound to be filled with shenanigans, what would be more fun than getting a big ass girley drink at the Applebee’s bar? Behold my white peach sangria. This thing was big and this thing was pretty tasty. O got a kiwi strawberry sangria, and his was a thousand times more sweet than mine, and you could barely taste the booze.

I still have never eaten at Applebee’s, but now I can say that I’ve drank there. It was fun. Our bartender turned out to be quite salty and amusing, and he probably knew that we were kind of in there as a joke. I always wondered what makes someone want to eat at Applebee’s when there are literally hundreds of other options available in Philadelphia. The crowd at Applebee’s on that friday night was quite a random mix. It’s still a mystery.

The Warehouse

So after the singing, and after eating at old city pizza, I had to go to dinner again. I know, I just ate, but we had to meet peeps for dinner! So with my still full belly, we headed over to the Spaghetti Warehouse to meet with some seminarians. Yes, you heard that right, seminarians. Priests-in-training, fathers-to-be… Not people I typically spend my saturday nights with. And yes, that’s right, I said Spaghetti Warehouse. A place I would never ever choose to go to if I didn’t have to. In fact, every time I drive past it, I joke about eating there. In fact, I’d sooner choose the Olive Garden. [I do have to give them at least some credit, their website is meatballs.com. Ha!]

So the Spaghetti Warehouse. It’s a chain. It’s seriously a warehouse. The space is ginormous, with super high ceilings, and space beyond reason. We did sit in the trolley car though. Yes, the place is so big it can fit a trolley car. And then some.
You get some complimentary freshly baked sourdough bread. So ok, the bread is not bad. And it comes with an herby butter. Nothing bad about any of this. In order to withstand this experience, we did need some serious liquid action. I had an amazing strawberry daiquiri. I downed this way too fast.
The Turin Trio. Obviously not something that one normal human could eat. They are of the gigantic portion world here. It’s a huge heap of their 15-layer lasagna, fettuccini alfredo, and chicken parm. It’s seriously a lot of food. Even the priest-to-be could not muster the powers above to put much of a dent in this thing.
The other priest-to-be just got the 15-layer lasagna. Yeah, that’s one entree. It’s enough for an entire seminary, don’t you think? He tried, but he had plenty to take home.
J got the chicken marsala. While the chicken itself seemed to be cooked just fine, the sauce was just way too thick and sweet. Perhaps this came out of a can or a jar? It just didn’t seem typical of chicken marsala. I’ve seen chicken marsala dozens of times, and it’s never been like this.
As for me, I wasn’t hungry at all. But I felt like food had to be ordered. So I got the soup and salad. The salad was fine, but the dressing was just too much. It was italian and just drowning my iceberg (which I actually like) and obviously out of a generic bottle. The soup choices were italian wedding and minestrone. I asked the waitress which was better and she said italian wedding. Ugh. This soup was so beyond bland it was nuts. Ok, so the little sausage balls, or whatever those balls were, they actually had flavor and were somewhat tasty. But the rest of the soup, or the 98% remaining, was bland beyond all get out. It’s shocking that they can pass this slop off as soup.

In addition to my strawberry daiquiri and some beers, we ended up having a couple of Sidecars. The waitress and the bartender didn’t really know what they were, and in reality, neither did any of us. But with the trusty aid of the interwebs, we had the bartender whip up some cognac based Sidecars. The priest-to-be who wanted the Sidecars in the first place, said this was a man’s drink. And then when we got them, they were served in these girly glasses. So perhaps its man-ness needs to be reconsidered. But damn, this was a fine drink. And at the Spaghetti Warehouse no less. The service was good. Our waitress was friendly and she appreciated that we weren’t using a coupon. We’re probably not the typical crowd here, so she seemed to enjoy us. There is a high percentage of coupon using clientele here. Sitting in the trolley car was pretty cool though. We also saw a little old lady fall over while we were eating. She caused quite the commotion, but ended up being ok. I still can’t believe I ate at the Spaghetti Warehouse. Sure, you get tons of food for the price (and who can knock value these days), but I’m going to go back to avoiding this place again. Because it was what I expected!
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We Both Got Crabs

As a belated birthday dinner, I decided I wanted crabs. And where do you go for crabs around here? Chickie’s & Pete’s, of course. We hopped on down to the one by the stadiums, you know, the huge one. It was a weekend night and man, for a place that’s almost the size of a football field, the place was completely mobbed. I didn’t even think it would be, but it was. Seriously folks, the place is so, so, so, so big. And yet it was so, so, so, so crowded.

So we headed to one of the bars and grabbed a couple of drinks while waiting for a table. I got a beer and R wanted a girly drink that didn’t taste like alcohol. So she got one of the chocolatey martinis. You know what? This thing totally tasted straight up like chocolate. You couldn’t taste a bit of alcohol. It was unbelievable.
We both ordered the snow crab legs. R also ordered a bowl of their seafood chowder. The stuff is really good, and chock full of tons of different seafood. The snow crab legs are steamed in a tomato-y, old bay, and very garlicky broth. I mean seriously, it’s pretty much all garlic. Not only will your hands stink of crab, but your breath will be garlic-riffic. For those of you who say crabs are too much of a pain to eat, I say who cares! Sometimes, it’s good to have to work for your food. Since these are big legs and not the little maryland crabs, it’s not too difficult. And there’s tons of meat in these puppies. We did both have slight crab cracking accidents, as shells went flying everywhere. R even hit a waitress, it was pretty sweet. Which isn’t a bad thing, as the service here isn’t too hot. I mean it’s not terrible, but it’s not that great either. But they probably have too many tables, so I can’t blame them to much.

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