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| - Another chain establishment. The sad thing is that we "tried" to go to Red Lobster first, but were repelled by the large crowd of waiting people. No, I don't want to stand around like cattle waiting for my pager to buzz so I can be ushered to a cramped seat, fed, branded, and ushered out again stampede style. The mighty gods of chain restaurants everywhere are wagging their fingers at me right now saying, "what do you expect lady?" I know, I know.
So we went to Olive Garden down the street. No wait there. Our waitress was very young, I'll refer to her as "Sparky". My dining companion had a sudden need to try some wine, so he asked Sparky what would pair well with the lasagna. She didn't come across confident as she pointed to the list of wines on the menu that mister dining companion was holding. She finally chose one and said that it would go well with the "meaty" dish. I'm not sure what either one of us was expecting because after all this is Olive Garden and we have almost zero knowledge of wines. So de-classA!!
After Sparky left our table, dining companion says that he expects the chosen wine to be the suck because Sparky doesn't look like she's even old enough to drink, let alone have knowledge of the fine wines. But you know, none of this really matters when you consider the fact that compared to her we are old as dirt, and still don't know shit about wine.
I had the eggplant Parmesan with Alfredo sauce. It usually comes with marinara, but if I'm going to have a heart attack it had better well be because of something I enjoyed eating, not something I felt like I had to eat in the name of my health! Hell no!
Dining companion had his red wine something or other, and he was right it sucked. He described it as tasting like, "the barrel it came out of".
After the main course I had the seasonal pumpkin cheesecake. I made sure to look in a direction where no one could see my face before I crossed my eyes from sheer delight. I am a pumpkin lovin' nerd by nature, and this cheesecake was gooood.
So this chain experience wasn't too bad. The only thing that sucked was no refill on the bread sticks. If I'm going to go slummin' at the chain restaurants, I expect the constant refills man. Especially on those items they advertise as "bottomless" and/or "never-ending". Finally, Sparky took a long time to bring by the check, and this goes against the code of chain fine dining, wham, bam, thank you mam. Touche!
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