I've eaten at a Kings twice in my life. I remember this because I'm just the kind of person that remembers stupid shit.

The first time was a birthday party for a soccer teammate who I didn't really like. The second time was after my Great Aunt's funeral. I remember this because I'm just the kind of person that remembers stupid shit.

I remember not liking it one bit. I cannot for the life of me tell you what I ate, because it was not worth remember.