Cocaine Princess here.
For the past couple of years sister and I celebrate Thanksgiving together. Just us and no one else and we're more than happy with this ritual. You see, we tried doing the whole big gathering by inviting people over but each time we did there seemed to be a clash of personalities between my friends and sister's friends.
The way we celebrate Thanksgiving (Harvest Day) is either going out to eat or ordering takeout and staying home. As hard as this maybe to believe and it's quite possible it might be the only one thing we agree on, neither of us like the taste of turkey. Much like seafood my taste-buds aren't fond of this particular bird and I've tried various kinds: baked, fried, smoked, grilled, cold cut slices etc. My palette rejected each one. What can I say, chicken is the only bird I'll devour. Anyways, this year sister and I decided to eat out and it was my unfortunate luck that it was her turn to select the location. "Good Lord!" I said, "This is where you want to eat?"
Upon entering the front door we were greeted by this sign. Can you guess where this is?
Still don't know what fine establishment we dined in? Here's another guess.
Give up? Popeyes. Thanksgiving was spent eating in a fast food restaurant.
They say advertising pays and both sister and I decided to try the Dip'n Chick'n. Apparently this particular item had returned. (I had no idea it had left. Hmm, wonder where it went?) I figured I'd be the one to decide whether or not it was Amazing.
The meal came with a choice of 2 sides. We selected the biscuits and fries. I myself decided to go with Poutine until the cashier (who was up-selling their new menu item) pointed out they now sold Cajun Poutine. I questioned whether or not it contained any shrimp since a good deal of food from the deep south contains shrimp and what not. To my relief all it contained aside from the regular cheese curds and gravy was herbs and spices. It was an extra $2.29 and because I had sister's debit card, I thought why the hell not, after all she was treating me. I know what you're all thinking, 'What an awesome big sister and such a big spender too taking the Princess to Popeyes and all.'
The cashier suggested I have a seat and would call me as soon as the order was ready. Here's where we sat. Needless to say I wasn't very impressed with their decor.
Nor was I impressed with their choice of entertainment. The television was stuck to the all news channel. Topic of discussion: the budget battle in Washington.
Behold, this is what the Princess and her sister feasted on for Thanksgiving 2013.
The biscuits seemed to be drenched in butter. At first I was going to pass on eating them until sister said, 'one day of indulgence won't kill you.' I don't like it when she's right.
The Poutine was h-e-a-v-e-n-ly.....
It took forever to eat though on account of the plastic fork that kept on bending backwards. You never have this problem when you fine dine. One word, silverware.
The combo came with their new sauce, Cajun Chili Garlic Sauce and I was extremely disappointed. You could hardly taste the Chili and being Latina I love my sauces (and food!) spicy.
For dessert we headed on over to Cinnabon. I ate the mini-bon smothered in creme cheese and drizzled with chocolate sauce.
All in all it was a very good and delicious day. I know at times I've written about how bossy my sister is, how she can be quite sarcastic with me and oh yeah, how can I forget her lectures. God how I hate when I'm faced with listening to her never ending lectures. It usually goes in one ear and out the other. Regardless, she's the only sister I have. I love her and I am thankful and very grateful for her. Truly, I don't know what I'd do without her. Muuuah!
My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a brilliant last weekend of October. ~x