Fazoli's has somehow managed to screw up a breadstick, which I thought a task impossible. I took a bite and instead of Italian goodness, I was smacked in the mouth with buttered popcorn flavor. Or maybe more accurately, a buttered popcorn flavor Jelly Belly. What is this?
When I arrived, nobody was at the counter. For a long time. I perused the menu for a quite some time before anyone came to take my order. Then, the staff was extra loud in talking to the people behind me: their friends, not customers.
I had had a pretty traumatic day and just wanted some damn pasta to make myself feel better but this place, believe it or not, actually made me feel worse.
Also how hilarious is it that a piece of pizza is considered a "side" here? Yep, load me up with pasta and then instead of a normal person side, I would like some more cheese and grease.