We were trying to get out of Vegas at 9 pm, and they still made us wait for more than half an hour for our food -- and all I was ordering was soup and salad! Since both are pre-made, I don't get that. That said, once we complained to the manager, things sped up, and it certainly wasn't the poor, overworked waiter's fault.
My wife thought the spaghetti smelled funny so she only ate a little bit.
On the way back home, we were listening to a James Patterson audio book in which the protagonist (swear to God!) compared a prostitute to Olive Garden "you would never mistake it for a home-cooked meal." Talk about synchronicity!
Here's the link:
http://books.google.com/books?id=WeKvtiwft_MC&lpg=PA24&ots=DXWN2OtKUy&dq=james%20patterson%20don't%20blink%20olive%20gardens&pg=PA24#v=onepage&q=Olive%20Garden&f=false