When I was in ninth grade, my dreams came true one night when my brother took me to Planet Hollywood in New York City. Surely I would be in for a night of celebrities and glamor, the likes of which had never been experienced outside the hallowed city limits of Los Angeles. Well, we didn't see any stars that night, but I did get to enjoy a delicious offering of Cap'n Crunch chicken fingers; so it really wasn't all bad. Nevertheless, the silly restaurant chain has always had a special, kitschy place in my heart, and so when my friend Michelle recently dropped by Planet Hollywood, I vicariously relived all those glorious memories through her blog post. It's worth checking out, even if you don't have dumb sentimental attachments to the house of Arnold, Bruce, and Sly.
• Planet Hollywood… 17 Years Later [Best Week Ever]
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That is the sorriest dinner ever.
I hope they did not order anything besides that dip and drinks.
Oh days of glory! I remember when Planet Hollywood was THE BOMB! What does it say about me that the thing I was most impressed with was how the stalls in the bathroom had doors that went all the way down? The attendent... ok that was nice... just give me a towel and offer me some cheap perfume... uh... here's a dollar?
I was just glad to pee in total privacy. Ah, such is the life of Movie Stars ...