Berta stopped by work with Riley for lunch today. We went over to the new Applebee’s in Thorndale.
The people there are freaky.
First, the clientele. They’re all old. Like, gray-haired, crotchety old folks escaped from the retirement community down the road. It’s just like the nearby Giant supermarket; nothing but fogies all day long. Now the supermarket I can understand, but you’d think that workers in the area would frequent the new, closest, only chain restaurant in the whole area. But no. Old people.
Then, the servers. They all spoke like they were bussed in from New York. “Do yous want an appetizer?” Not just our waitress, but the hostess, and several other overheard wait staff. It’s like they took some other Applebees and moved it here.
Besides the weirdness and the temperature problem, lunch was good. For whatever reason, the temperature was set to 30-below in the place. It was actually - kid you not - colder inside than outside. We both wore our heavy coats during lunch. What’s that about?
