retirement home

So I went out to eat with my BRE since she was in town. There was a new restaurant that recently opened up on Market called "Blue Fig." They have a big multi-colored neon sign out front and they were recently featured in the local newspaper thingy i get every other week that highlights stuff in the Fairlawn area. In the article they showed the interior and how they have all these new big flatscreen TVs everywhere and a new bar area and it seemed like a sports bar eatery type of place. When i drive-by on the weekends, the parking lot always looks decently full, so I decided to give it a try.

Big mistake. Big. Huge!

So as we enter, we look around and quickly realize that we are the youngest people in there by at least three decades. the serving staff was really awkward too, and we ended up with some socially retarded dyke waitress, and I made every attempt to stymie her awkward attempts and being a cool/joke-y waitress. I mean, I realize why the staff is so downtrodden - since they have to deal with the geriatric ward every day, who you totally know do not tip well, since they lost all their money in the Depression, and what little they have left they use on their meds and for hip replacements.

So in order to make the evening more fun, we decided to be same-siders in our booth. This created an added dimension to what would have been an otherwise normal outing. I think the hetero-same-siding threw off our dyke waitress too. Maybe that's why she was so awkward. Because she totally wanted Rachel's pussy, but i was there cooch-blocking her by always being there by Rachel's side, and therefore always facing the waitress.

The bar area contained two extremely wrinkly guys and two moderately decrepit cougars. That was two-a-piece for me and Rachel. It was like an all you can eat buffet at the bar. prime for the taking. or rather, past their prime for the taking.

So anyway, my restaurant review for the Blue Fig is an F-. I'm never going back there ever.