Yes, I’ve been eating so much pasta that I’ve gotten behind in my blogging. Due to some urging by my best friend Anna, I’ve decided to get my butt in gear and REALLY eat some pasta. That meant trips on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday this week. I’m now officially a ‘regular’ as I’ve had two different waitresses welcome me back and ask me where my giant book is. (It’s always there, ladies… looming… like a dark thunderstorm.)
The food continues to be good and I haven’t had any strange service incidents to talk about. In fact, last night the awesome waitress Marilyn straight up asked me at the end of the meal, “Do you want me to pack you an extra plate and some breadsticks to go?” (Yes, she got an extra tip for that.) I had to order a glass of wine (HAD to, mind you…) so that she could run my credit card and I could leave her a tip. This cashless society works *most* of the time. The paranoid in me just thinks I need to carry more cash. If only the bank could dispense it right through my monitor. The ATM drive through is SO inconvenient. I actually have to put my foot on the brake, roll down the window, and sort of ‘lean’ a little. *tiring*
Yes, you read right!!! Isn’t that exciting? 😉 After 3 visits of overflow, I was seated in the main dining room on Tuesday. My waitress Katie was the first person who hasn’t acted surprised when I pulled out the pasta pass, and the service was the standard ‘good’. (Not amazing, but good.)
I had water and whole wheat linguini with the spicy meat sauce and meatballs. (I know, that’s a lot of meat, but that 3 meat sauce is REALLY good.) There was plenty of sauce on the pasta and I ended up finishing the entire large plate. That’s the first time I’ve done that, so my relatives who are betting on weight gain might be cheering. I also ordered a bowl of shrimp pasta and a box, to take home for Mom to enjoy.
After dinner I splurged and had the almond chocolate amour. Seriously, these things have ZERO alcohol in them. That’s probably why I liked them so much when I was in my mid-20s. I had just started drinking then so I wasn’t used to the taste of liquor. Now I’m thinking I should bring my own flask and spike the drink. Oh well, at least I can drive home safely. I didn’t finish it anyway. They are HUGE and sweet. (I think I prefer the Tiramisu drink anyway.)
So yeah, no real events to discuss other than an upcoming interview with a Florida newspaper reporter. That should be exciting. I will probably be heading to the O.G. (as we insiders call it) again tonight. That brings my total down to $20/meal. I’m *almost* at the break even point. Must… eat… more… pasta!
Oh, and props to Darden, the corporate owner of Olive Garden. They were really responsive to my concerns and have contacted me a couple times.