TGI Friday's

The Hoggers had congregated at the HQ to discuss the pressing issue of getting money for food. After half an hour of deliberations they decided to sell the entire old bottle collection. Rummaging through the crap, they found an odd looking bottle and to their amazement it felt full. They attacked it with extreme prejudice, the bottle opened with a whiff of smoke which knocked both of them down.

“Buurrrpppp!!!” came a noise from all the smoke & they were staring at a - wait for it - Genie and he seemed to be drunk! Having grown up on porn & not Disney cartoons they were pretty puzzled at the rearing. Fin inquired “Ok, who the fuck are you supposed to be?”

“Well, you dumb fucks, I thought the theatrics would have given you a hint, I am what you call a fucking genie, you get three wishes and I get to call you master yada, yada, yada you get the picture” replied the genie. Bob took control of the situation, “So let me get this right, you owe us three wishes and we can wish for anything we want?”

“I thought I was clear about that when I gave my fucking intro” Fin wasn’t too sure about the drunken ghost performing a Houdini for them. Well when was he ever sure of something in the first place?

“Ok, first things with first” Bob looked around for consensus, the famous Hogger telepathy worked its magic, “we would like to eat something substantial, so we wish to eat at TGIF” Bryan grinned at Bob’s laudable suggestion. After all they had some company for the drinks!

Poof!!

The Hoggers were seated at a table, with the menus already served. Picking the best out of the menu seemed to be a tedious task. It was by far the best menu they’d seen in a long while. Sam did not join as he felt that he was better looking than the genie although their sizes remained the same. The appetizers were Tuscan Vegetable Melt & Parmesan Crusted Chicken Quesadillas. Meanwhile the genie helped himself at the bar counter. The invisibility factor worked in his favour. Bryan & Bob ordered some drinks to go along with the food. They were adamant on their choice for main course, Strip Steak with Jack Daniel Sauce! Fin had to be reassured that he was indeed fickle minded & Pat’s absence due to non availability of paneer wasn’t helping him either. Hence he jumped from Garden Burger to Pasta Arrabiatta to Stri Fried Tofu Noodles. And just when the rest thought he made a choice he changed his order to Cottage Cheese Tchoupatoulis (whatever that meant).

The food was too delicious to be true. The Crusted Chicken had the perfect crispy flavour. The tortillas in it blended well with the sautéed chicken & tomato-basil mix. Also the dash of bacon added to the surprise element. Tuscan Vegetable literally melted in their mouths. Fin & Bob loved the layers of mozzarella cheese and the soup served with it. The roasted onion & tomato spreading on the grilled butter bread was done to perfection. Bryan revelled at the luscious picking. The Strip Steak was well done to please the demanding carnivores that Bob & Bryan are. The scrumptious oozing of Jack Daniel sauce on their steaks brought a twinkle in their eye! The old fashioned cast iron serving was juicy & tender. It was not over done like the ones at most steakhouses they’d visited earlier. The seasoning was well advocated & the succulent smoky smell of the grill lasted the entire night!

The food was so heavy; they just lied back and relaxed. The bill came and everybody looked at the genie. But the drunken ass looked unabashed. “You said you wanted to eat at TGIF, you didn’t mention FREE”

“What the fuck? I thought it was implicit” countered Bryan

“Well, it doesn’t work that way, you wankers!”

The Hoggers gingerly looked at the bill. The damage was substantial, a whopping 7k! So they decided to use the second wish.

Poof!

They were back in their room and the genie said “I think my work here is done, I’m outta here fucking scumbags!!!”

“Wait a second; we still got a wish left” argued Bob

“Nope, one of your partners used it to get some handmade tissues from Belgium. So long suckers!!!” Poof! The Genie was gone.

It did not take long to realise who that partner was. The Pseudo Sophisticated was conspicuous by his absence. “Boy! That was one foul-mouthed genie” declared Bob. Fin, Bryan & Bob picked up their forks to kill the Pseudo... (To be continued)

Venue – 1, Carlton Tower, Airport Road, Domlur

Recommended – Everything

Music – Constant clutter of forks & knives

Variety - ****

Quality - ****

Value for money - **** (free food never hurts)

Ambience - ***

Service - ***