TGI Fridays
6 Bedford Street
WC2E 9HZ
Date of Last Visit: Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Victims: Feathers, Anna, Julie
The Damage: Oh goodness. I forget. £18 each?
The Background: Firstly, let me clarify.
This post is not a joke. Really it's not. I did eat here. Really, I did.
Anyone will tell you, I don't like talking politics. But that Obama…he got me. So we're out doing exactly what our embassy tells us not to do…we're congregating en masse in a place where Americans are likely to congregate: The Texas Embassy. The Democrats Abroad are having an Obama Party. And we're invited.
After the party, we try to get a table downstairs at the restaurant, but it's got a two hour wait. So then we try to go to Wahaca (which I still haven't written about), and they've got a 30 minute wait. We stand in front of Wahaca, thinking. Where to go…where to go…
We need something American…something festive…
And there, across the street, there is the answer: The red and white stripes of TGI Fridays are singing their song to four American gals, standing on the sidewalk–pavement, sorry!–wondering what to eat.
So we do it. Yes, we really do. We go in.
The Food: Nachos. Which are unlike any nachos I've ever had. This was a high margin dish. There are about 15 tortilla chips arranged around the plate, covered with melted cheese. Hmmm.
Sliders. (Pictured.) Which are okay, but would have been better with a toasted bun. Boneless chicken which is so disgustingly good that we order a second batch. And artichoke dip, which is again high margin and not very interesting. There may have been something else, but in the cloud of Sam Adams, I forget.
The Service: Honestly, some of the most cheerful service I've had in this country. So there is that…
The Verdict: Well, if your country happens to be my country, you might understand why every so often, this is a very very guilty pleasure. Trust me, I will not go back unless there's a very good reason to do so. Like 3 for 1 Mudslides. And free boneless chicken.
5 comments
I never went to TGI Fridays when we were home. EVER. I thought it was the most disgusting food, but yet I find myself draw to it time and time again since moving here. (WHY!?)
It’s the only place that I’ve found that makes a real milkshake and I simply cannot resist.
I have always had a soft spot for TGI’s ever since one of its chocolate brownie milkshakes came to my rescue one horrendously hungover day in Tennessee, BITD. I remember stealing their cocktail menu when I was about 16 and thinking it the most glamorous document EVER.
Glad you had fun and God bless all a y’all! XX
Hey, you may be considered patriotic by eating at an American restaurant. You know, economic stimulus by spending and such? 🙂 I hope you still had fun.
There’s no need to be embarrassed or ashamed. I’ve been here for six months and am going back home next week; a friend and I have planned our return meal to Chili’s for months now. If the British can miss proper custard when they’re in the US, we get to miss Chili’s/TGIFridays/RubyTuesdays/Applebees and the like.
I had the best milkshake in London (the sign in the store said so, it must be true) at a Spanish restaurant right by queensway station… I think it was literally shaken milk w/chocolate added…I think they were fibbing… Did do a good full English though…
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