On Behalf of Our Entire Waitstaff, I Apologize for That New Birthday Song
Oh, I would hardly call what you saw "nudity" or "pornographic movements."
Oh, I would hardly call what you saw "nudity" or "pornographic movements."
Chef Roberts was trying to open the new tuna can, and his thumb got stuck in the ring.
Depending on who you ask, this flashing neon sign either depicts two pelicans frolicking or fornicating. The choice is yours!
Join us for an intimate five-hour journey with our tasting menu that changes seasonally, while our bathroom policy does not.
The whole restaurant glares as you fling your body away from the table like you’re protecting the commander-in-chief.
The tattoos on our baristas do not rub off with a wet rag and those are actually real live septum piercings. If you don’t believe us, give one a tug.
The kitchen’s behind that door. Craig, our cold dishes chef, will sulk if you don’t order any salads.
Hello and velcome to Chili's. I'm so sorry for the vait, ve've been slammed tonight. My eternal thanks for your patience.
The Great Pumpkin: Well, it was the ‘60s. We were all experimenting. I started messing around with cloves.
A New Ache: Jonah awoke one morning to find his feet had been possessed.
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
His Hat Doesn’t Fit: When meeting with your accountant, you might not think to glance up at his purple top hat.