What once felt fancy now smells faintly of frozen cheese and disappointment.

There was a time when getting dinner at a chain restaurant felt like hitting the jackpot. The booths were plush, the menus had photos, and the waitstaff brought crayons. For a kid growing up in the ’80s or ’90s, places like these were synonymous with celebration. Birthday? Chain restaurant. Report card with no F’s? Chain restaurant. They were our idea of “going out,” and we loved every reheated second of it.
Now we’re older, and the illusion’s faded. Here’s what those peak childhood spots really turned out to be.