Wife Shopping? Olive Garden Edition

One Saturday, some gals desired some fine Italian food. Where shall we go? Where do I feel the most like "family?"

Olive Garden it is.

We ventured, mid-day, to hit up the Olive Garden. We were so pumped for all the pre-food (salad/soup & breadsticks). Not only did we go to town on pre-food, our waitress was a beast and kept bringing the food and drinks. She was a refill master. Needless to say we had a feast like kings. By the time our for real meals came, we could hardly eat it. So we had to get boxes. But the Olive Garden wants to embarrass you (much like real family). They make you walk out with giant grocery store style paper bags. It's like we went to the Costco of eateries. They're so offensive in size that we made a mad dash to the car.


Once we arrived to the IHST headquarters (our super filthy place) we found no room in the fridge for such giant bags. It was full of old expired stuff. Instead, we used our produce drawer to house our leftovers. We make our mama's proud.