Have you ever done something that, once it's over, you look back, and can't believe you did it, but you're glad you did, even if you won't ever do it again? Because I have. I went to a Chilis. A Chilis in an airport. And I kind of liked it.

Don't judge me. I can get my hate on Chilis. And this particular location did manage to greet me with their dumpster bins full right in front of the receiving area. But ...

... Chilis exists to make a profit, and they don't pretend otherwise. That's why they sell deep fried butter coated with salt. People like that. So don't think Chilis doesn't know the markup on alcohol. They do. Buh-lee dat.

And that makes them incredibly efficient at serving it. Which means, gentle reader, that this place is an assembly line for getting your drink on.

Like bangin a hot midget, drinking at an airport Chilis isn't something I'm proud of. But I'm not ashamed of it, either. Make of that what you will.

Flag This Review - shamrocked, Sunday, April 11, 2010 at 8:02 PM

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