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Dear Olive Garden

Let's not lie to each other.  You know I love you.  What, with your all-you-can-eat garlicy, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth breadsticks; your cheese topped salad goodness, your mouth-watering pastas (literally, my mouth is watering as I type this love letter to you) and soups - how can I not love you?  I haven't even mentioned desserts yet...lemon cream cake......

Where were we?

Oh yes, you are everything a restaurant should be.

Everything, that is, except cheap.  You're not cheap.  And that $5 off coupon you just emailed to me?  Well, that is just not getting it done.  I want to come visit you, I really do, but I need at least a free entree.  Better yet, $15 off and free drinksThen I might be able to come visit. 

Until we meet again...

xoxo,

Me

Comments

Pam said…
Amy and I just went there the other week for dinner. I would have to disagree though with the bread sticks. They used to be that way but now they seem more manufactured. At least the company was good. We sure miss you. Are you gonna visit us or will Amy and I have to get crazy one of these days and come and pay you a visit?
Sarah said…
I highly doubt I'll be able to visit for a long while, but I am still totally for a Mom's Vacation, minus kids and spouses...we just gotta save up for something fun. Like NYC, or Disney World...haha!
Wish I coulda been there!
Harmony said…
DITTO to that! You know what's ridiculously expensive is the dipping sauce. $3.50. THREE-FRIGGIN-FIFTY? for DIPPING SAUCE? Gimme a break; I can buy 4 cans at the grocery store for that amount!

But alas, as you so perfectly stated- it's the melt-in-your-mouth-ness that gets me going back still...

Who invented money anyway?
Mistylynn said…
Totally making some breadsticks for you when you come over!

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