1) OK, its Valentines Day. I don't beleive in going out on significant restaurant days. valentines, mothers day, fathers day, thanksgiving, etc. Do something special at home, then go out two days before or two days after when you can get decent service, good food, regular menu selections, regular prices.
2) There is not much I won't eat, not much I don't like, but just had a less than palatable experience at a fried chicken outlet. Cold, greasy, breading sloughing off, congealed gravy, dirty store, etc.
Friends (who were with me for the chicken fiasco) want to go there again tonight - they have a coupon, it wont be busy on valentines, etc.
I like these people, enjoy spending time with them. Am pleased to have been invited to their anti-valentine get together. I know there is no point in telling them "I would rather be shot than go there tonight, but since I value the time i spend with you folks I am going anyhow."
But I want to (tell them or be shot.)
Mostly I needed to process that "out loud." Bah Humbug, i'd rather be a boor (or boer: lout, oaf, boob, churl, philistine, vulgarian.) So off I go with a smile plastered on my face and a promise to behave.