I was exhausted because of my early flight to the west coast, a whole day spent figuring out 25 different ways to word a press release about a naked swimming pool, and the fact that the lunch choices in Tampa are Chili's, Chili's, or uh, Chili's. I didn't even see an Applebee's to mix things up.
The best thing about Chili's, however, was the clutch people watching. There were two couples in their 60s sitting in the booth next to me...one of the ladies had on a serious belly shirt and was over the moon because she could get White Zin two for one during happy hour. So awesome.