So the mission was set but the factors that stood in our way seemed impossible. My ten year-old son and I needed to find a way to burn through about two and a half hours in Ross Township...but...it had to be somewhere that accepted a gift card to Olive Garden. Luckily, we stumbled across a place called Olive Garden, which seemed like our best bet, all things considered. So we enter the joint, right? Immediately, a friendly hostess asks us how many are in our party and, brother, before you know it my boy and I are called away to a booth. We got pasta. You gotta get the pasta, right? It's all sort of the whole deal, glutenous carb strands (It's their whole thing, it'll make sense once you go.) But there was more. We got squid, we got chicken, we got bacon and heavy cream and butter and we got us a carbonara now. This is where things get serious. Plus, there's this whole soup/salad/breadsticks deal that...well, I'm no spoilsport, I'll save the surprise for you. In closing, olives are a product of trees and groups of fruiting trees are not called gardens, they're called orchards. Is it just a sticking point? Perhaps. We had leftovers for three days straight...and we ate them...happily...just grateful for this special, special moment. We're alive. We're alive right now. In an Olive Garden. We did it, son We did it.
I just love the Olive Garden. No matter what state I'm in when I go to this restaurant I always have the same wonderful experience. Great food, great service. I'm a big fan of the neverending ending salad bowl and those delicious bread sticks.. Always fresh and the best part is you can show down on that and eat some of your entree and bring the rest home for another good meal later. They also gave me some bread sticks to take with me. Yum yum