T. G. I. Friday's

By dint of not being able to get seats on a flight back to Salt Lake City, my husband and I spent New Year's Eve in Atlanta, Georgia, this year. No one really wants to spend New Year's Eve in an airport, and we were rather worn out from our 12-hour flight from Rome, but extremely grateful that we got seats at all (we got two of the very last seats available on the plane; stand-by can be very exciting), so while we considered our options, we had dinner at one of the several T.G.I. Friday's at the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.

I'll note that we had had a truly wonderful time in Rome and had eaten extremely well, but we had had a bit too much pizza and pasta - we found few alternatives during our stay, although I'm sure we could have looked harder - and we very nearly didn't get seats on the only flight from Rome to Atlanta that day. (There tend to be few international flights, in this case exactly one to an airport that would offered a transfer back to Salt Lake City.) I'll also note that it's been several years since I've been to this particular chain - it's not one I seek out - but partly because I was so delighted to be back on American soil and eating something that wasn't Italian food, I enjoyed this meal probably much more than I would have otherwise.

Because it was New Year's Eve, I said to heck
with it all, and got a mojito. I like mojitos and
I drink alcohol extremely rarely, but again:
New Year's Eve! In the proper country!
One of the last available seats on the only flight
from Rome to the U.S.  that day! So, mojito time.

We shared a three-for-all appetizer plate, which came with
loaded potato skins, pot stickers, and boneless buffalo wings.

I was itching for a burger, so I ordered the New York
cheddar and bacon burger.