Gogo's: Fail. Star Trek: Fail. Transformers 2: Fail.

An evening of disappointment!
Andrew and I headed out to Andrew's favorite restaurant: Gogo's Mongolian Grill, only to discover it is now: Gogo's Hamburgers and Salads.
It took as a minute of acute disorientation before we sorted it out.
- First - the giant fiberglass cow in front of the preparation bar.
- Second - the empty preparation bar, except for stacks of tomatoes and onions. The bar held no noodles, no broccoli, no sprouts, no chopped peppers; onions; pineapple, no steak; chicken; prawns; tofu; sausage, and no create-your-own-sauce.
- Third - No large, circular Mongolian grill.
The Mongolian grill-master was there, he's always there, but he was missing his grill sword, and standing behind an order screen. As I looked at him in confusion, he asked, "What can I get for you?"
I managed to stammer out "Mongolian grill?"
He pointed to the new menu board behind him. "No more Mongolian grill. Hamburgers now."

I let the folks behind us go ahead while I pondered this news. I looked at Andrew, who was wanting someone to punish for this travesty. He said, "I'm not eating here!" And so we left, driving back the other direction to go to our second-favorite spot, the Thai restaurant on Scholl's Ferry, where the waitress already knew our order of chicken salad rolls and fried chicken won-tons.

Then, I renewed my hatred of distribution monopolies. The new Star Trek movie is still only in Regal theaters, and they conspired to have no showtimes between 8:00 and 9:40. This killed my plan to take Andrew and Matias to see it. Instead we went to see Transformers II. This was not a fair trade, as there was at least an extra hour of nothing but CGI robots loudly fighting each other. As is usually the case, the first movie far outshines the sequel.
However, because that was the first day Transformers II was in theaters, the next showing was sold-out. We bought tickets for the following one, and walked to the mall and got ice-cream at Cold-Stone.