Yes, they are still around.
I saw one a few months ago when I was in NYC. I don't need to see anymore. You see, I used to work at the PH in Chicago. In fact: I was Planet Hollywood. I was hired as host and then became a host trainer, then a server and then a server trainer and I also worked in the office on Sundays. I wore hideously busy shirts and vests and said "Welcome to Planet Hollywood. Are you here for dinner, drinks or just looking around?" (Side note: that was not the official greeting. I adopted it from my fellow host that I went on two dates with because he didn't want to admit that he was gay even though he was living in a city with an area called Boys Town.) During my two year stint on Wells Street, I served lots of Chicken Crunch (you know, chicken fingers breaded with Captain Crunch cereal. Sounds weird or yummy? It's both!), saw way too many prom dresses, went out drinking after almost every shift, held women back from touching Mel Gibson, served Michael Dorn AKA Lt. Worf from Next Generation, witnessed for the first time someone doing cocaine, made the mistake of being roommates with that someone, saw Charlie Sheen's brother in his underwear... in my home, learned all the lyrics to What a Man by Salt-n-Pepa, witnessed a server spit into a customer's coke, heard the Fugees for the first time, won $90 on the Kentucky Derby, flashed a surveillance camera, had money stolen, had one of my guests vomit daiquiri on the Terminator 2 statue, was named Host of the Quarter, served too many Bulls, Bears, Cubs & White Sox to mention, learned that Scottie Pippen was known as No Tippin' Pippen, and had to answer the phone with the hello "Thank you for calling Planet Hollywood, your answer to all your gift certificate and holiday party needs. This is Mandy. How may I help you?"
Yep. I'm done.
Amenities of Room 989: Unlimited refills of ice. Celebrity Hand Print wall feature. In room entertainment includes All Stallone, All the Time.
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