Now that Bennigan’s has pretty much gone under I can feel free to talk about it behind its back.
On two separate occasions at two separate Bennigan’s I was very, very sick after eating at Bennigan’s. So much so that it became a “thing” for me. You know?
Wife: How about Bennigan’s?
Me: You know that makes me sick.
Wife: That was a long time ago!
Me: No way.
(The above conversation is probably made up.)
I’m not pleased to see hundreds of people out of work, oh no. But I am pleased to think that the place that made me sick is no longer even an option for anyone else. Viva la economy!
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