Guess where we went this weekend? No, seriously, just guess. Did you guess? It is in the running for my favorite place in London. Let’s stop pretending. It is my favorite place in London. Have you guessed yet?
That’s right people. It’s Chili’s. Holy french fries Batman, it was finger lickin’ good. I made up my mind that it was imperative that I learn to make a chicken ranch sandwich to fill the chicken ranch sandwich shaped hole in my soul. I mentioned it to one of the girls at the club and she said, “why don’t you just go to Chili’s? There is one at Canary Wharf.” I was speechless. Flabbergasted. Then I got nervous. What if it is different? What if it didn’t have the mismatched tile tables? So I looked it up online to confirm that it was the same “I want my baby back baby back baby back” Chili’s that I was expecting, and that they indeed had chicken ranch sandwiches. I feared that if I went blindly and instead they offered corned beef sandwiches I just might punch the waitress in the face. So Saturday night we went with Tamara and Shaun (the Chili’s location enlightener and her husband) to Chili’s. It was everything I wanted and more.
Now I know some of you read this site because you want to see all the new things we discover while we are here. And you are probably thinking, Whataburger-ish on Thursday and Chili’s on Saturday? You can eat that in Dallas. I know. I love Dallas. Dallas has lots of good food. Ranch Dressing and Iced tea flow like water out of every restaurant in the entire metroplex. But here is the beauty, with London atmosphere and Dallas-esque food, we really are getting the better of both worlds. We get to walk by two hundred year old churches and then hop in for molten lava chocolate cake. Life is good.
They had the right tables and everything.
Updated to add: No they did not have iced tea. But I am making it at home now, so the need isn’t as great.