I was told that this place is good. I believed so I went. And yes it was good: good ambient, good service, good food and good everything. They named it Applebee’s and I don’t know why; I saw neither an apple nor a bee on the menu. I noticed apple symbols though beside some items on the menu and I asked why. The waitress told me that those were the favourites and I picked one of them for myself. Came my Fiesta Lime Chicken, coated with cheese on the bed of coloured stripped chips. I had one my hand feeding me the chicken and the other one picking up chips. I was occupied.
I was kept telling the folks around me about my past life stories/craps. "I think I was a Mexican in my past life. I am attracted this much to their food," I told them when I was in a Mexican restaurant. And when I was around the local chicks, I mumbled "I think I was an American in my past life." And finally when I was in Dubai, "I think I was an Arabian, I like their turbans!"




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