The Ultimate Thanksgiving Thanks: A big holiday thank you to Flanigan's
Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on life’s blessings. Traditionally, this involves giving thanks for family, friends, health, and the miracle that is elastic-waist pants. But this year, I’m breaking from tradition. Sure, I’m grateful for my loved ones and that one aunt who always brings the “pie” that’s really just Cool Whip on a graham cracker crust (we love her anyway). But today, I’m dedicating my gratitude to the unsung heroes of our society: restauranteurs. Specifically, the glorious establishment known as Flanigan’s. https://www.flanigans.net/food-drink/
Now, if you’re unfamiliar with Flanigan’s, let me set the scene. Since 1959 (their tagline says it all), Flanigan’s has been a beacon of joy, comfort, and grilled perfection in South Florida. For years, I have been guilty of taking this remarkable restaurant for granted. It’s not just a place to eat; it’s an experience. And by "experience," I mean an all-out sensory assault of delicious smells, walls adorned with trophy fish, and the kind of atmosphere that makes you feel like Jimmy Buffett personally blessed the joint.
On a recent visit, I decided it was time to impart the Flanigan’s gospel to my young family. The walls, covered in fish so impressive they should have their own reality show, became my stage. “That’s a red grouper,” I proclaimed with gusto. “And that? That’s a blue marlin. Oh, and my personal favorite, the snook!” My kids, equal parts mortified and amused, sat quietly, possibly rethinking their decision to join me for dinner.
But Flanigan’s isn’t just about the decor. Let’s talk about the ribs. Ah, the ribs—tender, smoky, and priced as if we were still living in the 90s. Twenty bucks for a full rack? I’ve seen parking meters charge more for a bad spot. And don’t even get me started on the value: while other restaurants slap a 30% inflation fee onto every entree, Flanigan’s has stayed true to their mission of feeding families without requiring them to sell a kidney.
Of course, dining at Flanigan’s isn’t just about the food. It’s about the memories. On this visit, I found myself donning a pair of silly glasses from the complimentary kids' pack while my youngest insisted I sport the temporary tattoo of Flanigan’s iconic mug. That’s right: I was branded, body and soul.
And then came the holy grail of all discoveries: the gift card deal. For every $100 gift card, you get an additional $20 free. It’s like they’re daring you to come back. So naturally, I’ll be handing these out as stocking stuffers, office gifts, and possibly as bribes. “Here’s $20 toward ribs,” I’ll say, “Don’t spend it all in one place (but seriously, do)."
So, this Thanksgiving, my heartfelt gratitude goes to Flanigan’s. Thank you for your unwavering commitment to feeding my family delicious meals at prices that let us come back guilt-free. Thank you for the goofy glasses, the temporary tattoos, and the long waits that somehow make the food taste even better. Thank you for reminding us that the best dining experiences aren’t just about food; they’re about feeling at home, even if your home happens to smell like perfectly charred barbecue.
We’ll see you at 5 p.m. for that turkey feast you’ve prepared, Flanigan’s. And from the bottom of our sauce-covered hearts, we say: THANK YOU!
PS GRAB YOUR $100 GIFT CARD AND GET $20 FREE HERE https://www.flanigans.net/food-drink/
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