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Bennigans slips the surly bonds…

July 29, 2008

Word is that America’s Favorite Sit-Down Chain Restaurant is no more.

Oh! Bennigans.  I haven’t eaten at one of you in a decade, but I remember you as being much superior to your Chilis and Appleby’s of the world.  I miss your be-flair’d wait staff, your green aprons.  I miss staring at the prestigious names of the  “Bennigans 100 Beers Club” members tacked to the cork board above your bar and wondering why I never heard one of my own friends say “hey, Bennigans is a cool place just to hang out.  Let’s join the Bennigans 100 beers club.”

Oh! Bennigans.  I think you were supposed to be Irish.  I can almost taste the honey mustard sauce that came with the disturbingly large Chicken Fingers on your signature Bennigans Chicken Fingers Platter.

You were indeed the home of 100 beers and 1000 welcomes.

TGIF had nothing on you, Bennigans.

I leave you with a bit of poesy from one John Gillespie Magee, Jr., poet and pilot in the Royal Canadian Air Force:

High Flight
by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds…and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of…wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space…
…put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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3 comments

  1. You have captured the essence of the place with your ode! There’s one right down the street from where I work and yet I’ve only ever been in the one in Wilmywood. Tragic.


  2. long ago and oh so far away, i fell in love…
    at bennigan’s in kansas city. early bennigan’s was even darker, cooler, and the food tasted so good, or maybe it was the smooth soothe of the alcohol.


  3. What? Where am I supposed to get a Monte Cristo sandwich now? Where? Tell me!



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