In the 1980s, my grandfather used to take my sister and I to our favorite restaurant once a week. That restaurant was Sizzler (I’m not sure if Sizzler is a country-wide chain, but for those of you familiar with the 80s commercials, don’t forget: “Sizzler” has to be said in a creepy whisper.)
Sizzler had it all….the salad bar, the garlic cheese bread with a thick crust of orange cheese…the all you can eat shrimp…(wipes salivation from side of mouth).
It was the all you can eat shrimp that got me every time. You mean, I can have a plate of shrimp? And then ask the waiter for more? And then…still more?? ANY TIME I WANT?????
Today, Hubs and I will be going to Sizzler for a date night. The first Sizzler I’ve been to since I was eight years old.
Watch the end of this commercial and tell me that the announcer who whispers “Sizzler” doesn’t sound like he may or may not have a chain saw ready to slice and dice you with.