A Friday or Saturday (perhaps during the week if you're oh so cavalier) date that contains typically two cocky ass mother fuckers that think their the suavest assholes on the block. They waltz into Chilis restaurant and order some "tasty apps" and maybe go wild and have a cocktail. they proceed to split a twenty dollar shit ass meal thats been sitting under heat lamps and getting AIDS. then they do something fucking retarded like split a chocolate cake. why. just why. they think they are some pretty fucking cool kiddos, but in reality THEY NEED TO SUCK A DICK AND DIE
Emma: Sam, what do you want to do for your birthday?
Sam: OMG, let's have a Chili's Date! Jumbo dykes!!!
Emma: Do you have any self respect?
A warning sign that the girl you just had sexual intercorse with might have a STI or STD. You can tell a girl has this condition if her coochie smells or tastes like a gas station bathroom.
John: (scratches dick) “I ate this girl out and it tasted like Chili Cheese Fritos .”
Mike: “Bro, see a doctor.”
John: (fucking dies)
Occurs after a magical combination of a hearty, filling meal of chili and an evening of challenging oral sex (involving deep-throating or, in more colloquial terms, "throat fucking"). The rigor of said oral sex causes the giver to lose control of their gag reflex, thereby vomiting profusely on the member of the receiver of said blow-job. The unfortunate receiver completes the ritual by inserting his "chili dog" between the inviting buns of his nauseous partner.
"Dolores and I had a wonderful evening last night! We started with an expensive bottle of wine, devoured some medium rare beef fillets, and finished with a satisfying chili job to round out the evening."