Olive Garden is a staple in our relationship. Judge us if you wish, but we have waited hours on multiple Friday nights, along with every tourist in Times Square just for a sampling of the delectable salad and breadsticks from the OG. We have created some funny memories during the countless hours spent waiting and feasting. Once we were trying to recall the OG slogan on their corny TV commercials. After some brainstorming, I blurted out with complete seriousness, "When you eat your family." This cannibalistic adage brings giggles every time we walk by an OG, hear an OG commercial or merely think of the true motto "When you're here, you're family."
Our most recent visit to the OG did not disappoint, especially because there was no wait. Like ravenous wolves we demolished the first pitiful offering of salad and breadsticks. At first we used our salad plates like civilized folk, but as we were nearing the bottom of the family sized salad bowl I was using my fork to fish the las
t slivers of carrot right into my mouth. Our waiter passed by with a look of disgust and practically snatched the bowl from the table. He inquired if we wanted more and in my mind I was thinking, Was that tacky to dig my fork into the bottom of the serving bowl? And said, "Why yes we would thank you." I of course then turned to Danny and referring to the fork incident said, "Was that unclassy?" He responded, "Were you using your fingers?" I shook my head. He concluded, "Then no." This is possibly why OG is one of the fancier dining establishments for date nights.
