The Pizzafication of San Antonio, part 1

Yesterday, there was an outbreak of the Rainforest Cafe on the San Antonio Riverwalk. 
Whoop-de-friggin-do. I suppose I’ll have to visit it once, to confirm
the impression I got when I ate at one in Phoenix:  Cheesy
animitronic decor, comic-book menu, mediocre food, smarmy servers, and
a franken’ t-shirt shop for a  lobby.

This is one issue where I agree with Cappy Lawton:  Don’t eat at
chain restaurants! — especially when you’re travelling. What’s the use
of traveling half-way across the continent if you’re going to eat at
the same place you dine when you’re at home?  You can eat fabulous
things like New England lobster, New Mexico chile stew, beaver-tail
pastry in Ottawa, Maryland soft-shell crab, Manhattan pastrami on rye,
or Omaha steaks — or be pathetic mook and have an Egg McMuffin,
anywhere on the continent.