Today I was reading some oldish gossip item making fun of Jessica Simpson for going to the Olive Garden with her boyfriend, Tony Romo, and his family. Apparently, the big punchline was that they actually made reservations to the place.
The thing that struck me was that some of the comments were not joining their voices in unison to make fun of J.Simp and her latest in her long series of faux pas, but instead were pledging their love and allegiance for the Olive Garden.
And you know what?
I love the Olive Garden too.
I wish I could mill about, telling you just how grateful I am that there is such a place where you can actually get a nice dish AND endless salad, breadstricks, or even soup, all for a reasonable price; and where things don’t have to be snooty and it feels a little like upscale cuisine with training wheels but in a good way.
I wish I could expound on my love for the ‘Garden, and for its foofy drinks and for its waiters who will pour your wine glasses right to the rim– how can you NOT love that?– and for its puzzlingly delicious braised short ribs, but I just can’t.
My eyes keep on trying to close on me. Good night and happy Tom Cruise birthday to every boy and every girl.
Happy dreams of safe Italian dishes to all!