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The first time I ever went to a nice restaurant such as Red-Lobster, I was so intimidated about behaving well that I barely made a single peep. I think I was 7 or 8 at the time. But I do recall my dad having an absolute wall-eyed fit because of the way I was holding my fork to cut my meat. He was making more noise than I was. I didn't much care for the experience then, so after that I dreaded eating at Red-Lobster.
In my mid-twenties I went to Red-Lobster with just a friend - I recall it being more pleasant, but likely because we got some stoutly mixed Lobsteritas! I remember making it out the door and then stumbled off the sidewalk onto the pavement.
In my mid-twenties I went to Red-Lobster with just a friend - I recall it being more pleasant, but likely because we got some stoutly mixed Lobsteritas! I remember making it out the door and then stumbled off the sidewalk onto the pavement.