I remember a time when supper at TGI Fridays meant a huge tasty feast and some rather good cocktails.
I suppose it was a while ago and the whole American style of service and overdressed salads was still a bit glamourous.
However, a recent trip to the Fridays at Braehead left me with nothing but a bad taste and some serious questions about what I used to think cool.
In fact, some of the experience was cool – the ribs ordered by the Panther were positively luke warm.
They had eventually arrived with bland and stingy kids’ meals and a Ceasar salad for me.
“This is boring and cold,” complained the Panther.
“I want more food,” moaned Boy One having scoffed his chicken goujons in nanoseconds.
I was quite happy with my salad despite a dearth of anchovies and parmesan. Until, that is, I found the mushroom. Not just a stray sliver, but quite a few fungi.
A curious innovation that.
All the bestriped waitperson could say was: “The kitchen says there’s been a mistake.”
Indeed.