Between the filthy bathrooms that reek of urine, the food on the floor in the bar, the chipped and dented paint on chairs and booths, or the radically reduced menus, it is a wonder that TGI Fridays manages to stay in business.  Granted, we were there in the day, and we were sober, so we noticed when my mother put her forearm down on a chunk of food left on our table. Maybe alcohol would have eased our pain. We probably would have still noticed the flies zipping overhead, however.