On your way to your table, you get to pick out the steak you want to eat. There are a bunch of steaks just sitting in the window. You don't know how long they've been there. Also, they pretty much look the same. A raw steak is a raw steak.
So you get taken to your table and there's another pail of peanuts! Only this time, they don't want you dropping them to the floor. This time, they give you another pail to toss the shells in.
Food not bad. Generous portions. The draft beers come in 23-oz glasses (you have to ask for the larger glass).
Only aggravating thing about the place is everybody there seems to be celebrating a birthday. So you get the whole damn restaurant staff clapping their hands and making fools of themselves shouting "Yee-haw" and what not as they surround the person whose birthday it is (and make him/her sit on a stool with a saddle). Really weird and distracting stuff.
But as owner of the store, you can stop that. You can forbid your staff from going about the restaurant and distracting the other diners with their incessant noise and clapping.
Please get yourself a Texas Roadhouse franchise and tell me where it will be so I can go there and be one of your customers.
Uh-oh, sounds like somebody didn’t want to wear the cowboy hat OR clap along!
China is a long way to go for a Texas steak
although it’d be worth it if they have a mechanical bull
Wait....you DON’T EAT THE SHELLS???
“tell me where it will be so I can go there and be one of your customers” and throw my peanut shells on the floor
“I say open a Texas Roadhouse franchise.”
You sir, are a crack-up! I haven’t the foggiest idea what you do, or used to do for a living; but whatever your trade is or was at least you have one to use in reserve.