the OLIVE GARDEN

leeann, eric and i had the worst experience at the olive garden on broad and chestnut.

first, eric and i were late meeting leeann because of traffic from move in, yadda yadda yadda. i can't tell leeann's story (what happened while she was waiting for us), but i certainly can tell you what happened from when we arrived to leeann and the outdoor table.

as we sat down, leeann was receiving her second bowl of neverending pasta. i sat on the lower end of the sloped table, making me seem like a 5 year old at the kiddie table at thanksgiving dinner. then we waited ten hours until the waiter returned to take our orders of neverending pasta and salad and breadsticks. i called him back for utensils, but he just ran away. by the way, his name is nicholas c. he returned with salad and cheese, and then went for a walk or something, because he was nowhere to be seen. leeann is a truck, you know, and she ate that bowl of pasta just as quickly as we ate the salad. then we sat and watched the potted tree fall on the man sitting at the table next to us (twice), and watched the man 2 tables over from us be served by TWO waitresses.

finally, we asked one of the waitresses if she could find out waiter, the dark haired guy with glasses (we didn't know his name at that point). some other dark haired guy with glasses then came by asking us if we could further describe our waiter, and then he showed up.

i think i made him cry because i had told the waitress that we wanted another waiter because nick was unattentive, and when nick got back he was all red-eyed. either he was high or he was crying. dunno.
anyway, we did a couple of rounds of pasta. leeann did 5, which the waiter made sure to note. he also was super-attentive and apologetic for the rest of our meal. leeann gave him a nice tip even though he sucked, and in order to straighten the bill, she needed him to break her $20, so he gave her 2 $5s and 1 $10, and then ran off will the check without collecting the $20.

leeann, honest as she is, went inside to find him and give him his money. when she found him, he told her he had closed out the bill and thanked her profusely for the $20, because he thought it was his TIP.

so anyways, i'm never going to olive garden again, even though i really really like their chicken marsala and their fettucine with steak gorgonzola or whatever.