Last week I went to a Red Robin for only about the second time (it's the closest restaurant to my house, but I won't go to it) in the last eight years, and I told them to not give me any fries. I then wondered what I was doing there (was with my girlfriend). I ordered French Onion soup and it was gross. They had put so much bread in it that there wasn't any stock left after it was absorbed. There was so much mozzarella on the top that it was a mass of sticky goo that looked like a polar ice cap. It'd been so long since I had been in, there were about 1/4 of the hamburger choices that were available the last time I was there. And, of course, I didn't even bother to ask for it medium rare as I know I couldn't get it and didn't order a burger. I ordered a Caesar salad that had so much Caesar dressing on it that it was all stuck together in a paste. The lettuce was good and fresh and would have been alright if they had put half the amount of dressing on. Besides, I can't go into any of those kinds of places without thinking of Jennifer Aniston in "Office Space". "Yeah. You know what, yeah, I do. I do want to express myself, okay. And I don't need 37 pieces of flair to do it. (enter sign language)"