Few Protests Over Theater Ads, Say Movie Chains
Meanwhile, their audience is slowly dribbling away...
As far as I'm concerned, they're another five-minute cushion that make it more likely I make it in time for the previews or the start of the movie. When I
am
on time they bug, because it's all about me.
I've never been to Olive Garden. Or Friday's. Is Buca di Beppo anything like OG? It's not bad, but it's definitely a pick up takeout when I don't feel like having anything in particular kind of place.
I thought Chop Suey was a myth. Not seriously, but I've never been to a place that actually offered it. I'm not even that clear on what it is, besides bad.
Once the lights go down, ads are okay. Before the lights go down, anything on screen should be quiet enough to easily talk over. or there should be reserved seats so I don't have to sit in a theater for half an hour trying to carry on a conversation over the ads to ensure a good seat.
And I want butter halfway down my bag of popcorn, not just on top.
Is Buca di Beppo anything like OG?
I *loathe* Buca di Beppo because of the atmosphere. I cannot stand enforced fun. Give me a break.
Buca di Beppo has kickass garlic bread. The entrees aren't too bad there, either.
lasagna (with cottage cheese instead of ricotta).
Barf! Blech!
The other fauxtalian food I loathe is the bright red tomato sauce that's kind of sweet, uniformly red, and of a texture akin to that of thick tempera paint.
And I want butter halfway down my bag of popcorn, not just on top.
One of the local, privately owned theaters here puts
actual butter
on their popcorn.
Buca di Beppo is the ninth circle of HELL.
Olive Garden may be the eighth.
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they're another five-minute cushion that make it more likely I make it in time for the previews or the start of the movie
At the theatres here, they aren't a cushion. Ads stop at the movie start time, and that's a big reason I don't mind them.
Growing up, there was not a Chinese restaurant anywhere within 30 miles
There was a Chinese-American restaurant in my home town. The Farmer in the Dell served both types. We usually ended up with steaks.
My parents had broadened their horizons by the time I left school. During my last visit there, my parents took me out to a fully Chinese place. My father said, "I hope we get the Chinese waitress." (Or have I told this story?)
One of the local, privately owned theaters here puts actual butter on their popcorn.
That's the best. I've worked at movie theaters that served real butter and those that served flavored oil, and the butter was far more of a pain to deal with, but so much better tasting.
I've never even heard of Buca di Beppo. It sounds made up.
