Flip-flop flap at the White House. [link]
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Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Olive Garden in Memphis has much better salads and bread than any of the real Italian restaurants. But you really notice the lack of authenticity in the pasta sauces and seafood—one step above Chef Boyardee.
The Fantanas are the only reason I don't complain about commercials every time I go to the theater.
I'm with those who rather enjoy Olive Garden but won't call it genuine Italian food.
It's a step up from my childhood experience with "Italian" food, which ran from Chef Boy-Ar-Dee to frozen pizza to homemade spaghetti and lasagna (with cottage cheese instead of ricotta).
Let the shunning begin.
I don't think there's anything shameful about that. It's been many years since I've eaten at Olive Garden, but I don't remember the food being all that bad.
If it was between (and I think it is) talking through commercials rather than slide shows and paying more for the ticket -- I'm going with commercials every time. They're not that hard to ignore (except for the Fantanas -- they're evil) even when I don't have someone to talk to.
I've only been to an Olive Garden once, it inspired no strong feelings in me either way.
Fred's "Italian" experience is mine, only with Chinese food. Growing up, there was not a Chinese restaurant anywhere within 30 miles, so I was brought up thinking that my dad's homemade version of chop suey (which, sorry Dad, is disgusting!) was Chinese cuisine. I wasn't introduced to what most Americans consider Chinese food until college, when I fell in love with it. I still don't order Chop Suey to this day, though.
Chop Suey was invented in America.
I still don't order Chop Suey to this day, though.
Nobody orders chop suey, Kathy.
Unfortunately, though, for decades most Americans thought that it represented Chinese food, and in non-Asian-settled towns such as my own, it did. My first taste of sweet-and-sour shrimp was heaven, in comparison.