I know the arrival of a Red Lobster in Times Square some years ago was a low point in the ongoing corporate raid on New York City under the administrations of Mayor Rudy and Mayor Mike, but the building of a Ruby Tuesday right across the street from it, at the north east corner of 43rd and 7th—that's got to be one of the seven signs of Apocalypse, right?
Ruby Tuesday? Has it gotten so bad, that we have to contend with lame chains like that? What next? A Sizzler on Houston Street? (There's one in Queens, I know, I know.)
Ruby Tuesday I have never gotten. Can anyone tell me the rationale behind this chain? It's one of those character-free family eatin' joints, right? Like Houlihan's or Bennigan's or whatever. But what's with the psychedelic name? I assume they didn't hatch a deal with the Rolling Stones way back when, but the name sure as hell zooms you back to 1967 and images of drugs, war and hippiedom. Yet, that aesthetic is as far as you can get from these anonymous dining halls.
Are we supposed to see "Tuesday" and think "TGI Friday's" and go "Oh, it's that kind of place." Or do they just think Ruby Tuesday is just a cute, cheery name? Are they that clueless? Then there's their slogan, "Simple Fresh American Dining." I'll tell you what simple fresh American dining means to me: a picnic in the park. Not temporary imprisonment in an airless, joyless, tasteless wasteland.
Wikipedia tells me that "In 2007, the restaurant will be moving out of the `bar-and-grill segment' with changes including `higher-quality menu items,' `fully upholstered chairs', and `premium wines and beers.'"
I'm sorry. Fully upholstered chairs? My mistake. Rudy Tuesday does belong in swanky NYC. We're all about upholstered chairs.