Olive Garden Fan

In an atypical maneuver this weekend, Erik and I ended up eating at Olive Garden for lunch. It was one of those situations where we realized we were all hungry and didn't want to drive to another location from the current shopping center and our eyes settled on soup, salad and breadsticks. It had been a couple years since the last time I ate at an Olive Garden; I believe my ending statement at the previous visit was "I don't know why people love Olive Garden so much." No surprise to anyone, I muttered the same exact phrase at the end of this weekend's meal, as well. 

Well if Anders could talk more, he would present debate points concerning refreshing raspberry lemonade, well buttered pasta shells, neverending breadsticks and a delightful ratio of cheese vs sauce on the mini pizza. A fan was born.

Anders, the happy camper. [Landon was on the opposite side of the table, hoarding the Andes mints.]