Every once in a while, when we miss certain foods or smells (ok, especially smells, words can not convey how the smell of hickory smoke offers comfort that only can be understood if you have had to miss it). We take a taxi (wo men yao qu da di) over to the local TGI Friday's and split a couple orders of Bacon Cheeseburgers, French Fries, and an appetizer of Fried Macaroni and Cheese... Is it home? Well, when we are sitting across the table from our family, laughing, and listening to Steely Dan (and we always get excited when we hear 80's music, i.e. Duran Duran) over the sound system in the restaurant... Sure it is! That is home... That is family...
TGI Friday's is our American fix as well. We eat there every chance we get and love it! We also enjoy the music they play.
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