yo man Showbiz was great, Chuck E's was stupid, Rainforest Cafe blah. No, the traumatizing restaurant experience was going to Sirloin Stockade on a Sunday after church. There was a cattle pen across the street with cows in it. The walls were decorated with old farm tools and meat cleavers. I made a joke about if those cows across the street are the ones we're going to eat today? Someone said yep, that's why it takes so long, they have to kill it, skin it, butcher it, clean it, cook it, serve it. I thought it was funny, my little sister did not.