Good riddance. I ate in Red Lobster once. It was decades ago but I can still recall the revolting mouth feel of that rubbery, tasteless blob that they had the audacity to call lobster. I love lobster but Red Lobster sure figured out how to fuck it up.

I was a Golden Corral virgin until 2018. It was one of the restaurants my brother wanted to go to when he got out of prison. As depressing as it was to see those people who look as if they must sleep there, the food — I suppose that it compares favorably with prison food, but I haven’t been back.