While looking up the address of the Westwood Chili’s, I got completely sucked into the vortex of the customer reviews on its Yelp page. Between the tales of Amy the horrible waitress, the reviewer who passed out after watching a girl throw up outside the bathroom, and the woman bragging about seeing Kelly Kapowski at a Chili’s in Claremont, it is just hours of entertainment.
The entirety of those reviews should be “It’s a @#$ing Chili’s.”
I don’t know, man, I’ve never passed out after watching someone throw up at a Chili’s. Though I have passed out at an Outback Steakhouse.
(By the way, that’s the Chili’s we went to the first time you came out for Comic-Con.)