There it is.
Reflexive distaste for PE aside, Red Lobster somehow became a prominent part of my childhood's core memories. Must have met the criteria of affordable, family-friendly, and enough menu variety for everyone. I remember seeing strange adult drinks in salt-rimmed glasses called "margaritas" for the first time, how my mom would always point out how cold and dark it was inside, learning words like "booth" and "platter", and of course watching the lobsters awaiting their fate.
I haven't been to a Red Lobster in about 20 years. The one in my hometown is still open. Maybe I can swing by a location before they all close and see if the biscuits bring back memories of good times with family who aren't around anymore.