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This nonsense has been lighting up my personal blogosphere all week. I don't know about anyone else, but it's given me a mad craving.
It occurs to me that I haven't eaten at an Olive Garden since I moved to DC. That's four years now. And I'm ashamed to admit that's entirely due to peer pressure. In truth, I love Olive Garden. Without irony even. So no more pretending to have a sophisticated palate. I can't fake being food-snotty anymore.
Instead, tomorrow night I'm dragging my friend Emily (the only person I know out here who I can convince to willingly darken the door of a chain restaurant) to the nearest location. And I'm going to merrily consume mushroom ravioli and at least two helpings of the most addictive salad on Earth.
It occurs to me that I haven't eaten at an Olive Garden since I moved to DC. That's four years now. And I'm ashamed to admit that's entirely due to peer pressure. In truth, I love Olive Garden. Without irony even. So no more pretending to have a sophisticated palate. I can't fake being food-snotty anymore.
Instead, tomorrow night I'm dragging my friend Emily (the only person I know out here who I can convince to willingly darken the door of a chain restaurant) to the nearest location. And I'm going to merrily consume mushroom ravioli and at least two helpings of the most addictive salad on Earth.