Have I mentioned that Swingers isn’t as gross as I thought it was?

Maybe it’s because I associate it with the 90s, which for me meant telling my parents I was going to see Romeo and Juliet at UCLA but instead forgetting to come home any time remotely close to my curfew, figuring I would explain myself the next day. But not before a burger and a milkshake at Swingers in the middle of the night.

Nights like this but maybe a hint less sweet and a smidge more trouble:

Anyway, maybe it’s that I’m not in high school anymore. Or maybe it’s that I don’t order milkshakes at 3am anymore. Or maybe it’s that they have vegan quinoa/tofu options.

green salad is still the same:

tofu quinoa thing with broccoli, cabbage, mushrooms, and orange:

and I think a veggie patty melt? I have no idea:

Is it the best thing in the world? No. But is it worth going there for more than just the hot waitresses in short skirts and knee highs? Yes. But only when most everything else is closed. There’s kind of no excuse for having lunch there.