http://www.olivegarden.com
Okay...we were desperate. I can't even remember the last time I ate at this chain.
Ryan and I were out shopping and he got this crazed expression on his face and said, "LET'S GO TO OLIVE GARDEN!" As soon as he realized it was in the main parking lot for the Westfield Mall, he started second guessing himself. The location lends itself well to view such fashionable outfits as moose sweaters and hair-don'ts with four-inch dark-brown roots and platinum blond highlights, flannel long-sleeved shirts over John Deere t-shirts and hiking boots on the "ladies", loud kids everywhere, and awkward overheard conversations.
That said, the pictures on the menu DO look really tasty and, let's face it, we were starving.
Our meal started well enough with a cute waitress who seemed genuinely interested in our order. We asked her to start up the Smoked Mozzarella Fonduta:
Both Ryan and I ordered soup and salad. The Zuppa Toscana soup is a blend of spicy sausage, potatoes, and greens in a creamy broth.
Ryan's salad was the regular "garden-fresh salad" with the unlimited refills. It's their standard salad and pretty tasty.
Now, service. Between our waitress, who apparently also was the overworked bartender, and a second waitress/bartender who seemed utterly unthrilled (is that a word?) to help us, my Caesar salad came without the chicken, our soups took forever to be served, and 10 minutes after asking for fresh-ground black pepper we finally saw the pepper mill. It also took probably five minutes after being served our soup and salads for our waitress to show up with the Parmesan cheese mill. Overall, the service was POOR and left us with a sour taste in our mouths (that wasn't just due to the mediocre fare).





1 comments:
AHEM... I think you misunderstood my enthusiastic look for a crazed look...
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