So, look. I’ve never been Olive Garden. I’m maybe just a little bit (a little bit?) snobby about food, although I don’t eat samples at the little gourmet stands in the grocery store anymore because of a sort of unfortunate incident with this lady who explained why grapeseed oil is so much better than olive oil so I was like, okay, I’ll taste it. And it came in this strange little ramekin with grapeseed oil and bread and… a piece of paper. I just ignored the piece of paper, but apparently that’ s not how it’s done?
I learned this the hard way.
Anyway, the point of this is just to say that I understand the wrong end of food snobbery. I’ve experienced it. Been scarred by it, even. So while all the San Franciscans went crazy when the baby giraffe guy said his favorite restaurant is Olive Garden I sort of thought, eh, whatever.
Since then, my feelings have changed.
Olive Garden sounds magical and I am not being sarcastic when I say that. I’m kinda sorta extremely tempted to go there because I’m picturing unicorns – maybe it’s Zeets’ favorite restaurant too! – and enchanted forests and food that will make your dreams come true and things like that.
Or maybe I read too much terrible teen fiction?
Happy home opener, everyone!