Wasted Wednesdays At TGI Fridays

Thank God It's Fridays. Amazing timing for this news segment. Let's pretend this is a Friday. I won't bore you with the who, what, when or why of TGI Fridays even though it is a story of a dude opening a bar to meet women. It was quite the scene for industry folks in the 90's when I *checks math* had a fake ID because I'm not old.

There was flair, both bottles and pins, flowing booze, laughter, a guy named Chuck none of us knew, stripes, so many stripes. And food. Food?

Since the suits require me to talk about snacks here at Snacktion News, we'll get to those wasted Wednesdays after this appetizer. 

Potato skins were my go to because, lets face it, it's a fried loaded baked potato. And they we're delicious. So good, in fact, that Fridays decided to make a chip version of it. Are those good you wonder. Yes. So good, in fact, we had to hire Mike Hllywa's wife Amber for this segment.

MTD: Amber, you might know me from being your husband's best friend. But most likely from being the surprisingly handsome Lead Anchor of Snacktion News.

AH: Who's this?

MTD: Exactly.

MTD: TGI Fridays Potato Skin Crisps. Do you love them them more than Mike?

AW: They're a mood for me. When I'm in the mood for them, absolutely I love them more than Mike because they're fucking delicious.

MTD: Did anybody warn the new lady about swearing?

MTD: They have a ton of flavors now. Do you have a favorite?

AH: Cheddar and bacon. They have other flavors?

MTD: This is why we don't get nominated for the investigative snack news awards. 

Let's get to the main course, Ches. Ches, seen in the background behind me and his future wife, accidentally created Wasted Wednesday at a TGI Fridays luckily located smack in the middle of a cluster of other restaurants. As it turns out, restaurant employees tend to indulge in an adult beverage while they talk shit about you after their shift. 

Here's how Wasted Wednesday worked. It was more or less $20 for all you could drink. I put the LIT in Long Island Ice Teas because I was a slutty sophomore sorority girl. Then Ches and his fellow bar slinging brethren would replace the rot gut well liquor we guzzled like there was no tomorrow the next day from a grocery store. And their profit was tremendous. Sometimes tomorrow does happen and you get fired from Champps for being "still drunk" or "yelling at a baby." Then you have to go work at Bahama Breeze.

This news story has apparently gotten away from me. *shuffles papers* Right. The crisps. I feel like I say sour cream and onion for everything. They are my favorites. But what are we even doing without a Buffalo and Ranch version?

Big shout out to Ches for killing just countless brain cells. And for the great picture of me before my hair line took a detour.