Dag, people. All talky and making me meara.
Mustang Sally's is OK? I'm sometimes in that area.
It's just regular, bon. Good for a burger or whatever, nothing to go out of your way for.
I'm with those who rather enjoy Olive Garden but won't call it genuine Italian food.
I've never actually been to an Olive Garden, but I have this issue with a variety of things -- I like the cheesy mass-market version, I like the fancy "real" version. Not because they are similar, but because they each have something to recommend them. It's somewhat related to my popcorn thing. I love popcorn in all its forms -- homemade on the stove, microwaved, in a plastic bag at the deli, at the movies. I don't even feel like they are the same food, but I love them all!
But my work always seems to amount to naval gazing: This is what I did, what I saw, and how I feel about it. It's candid and confessional in nature.
But, like others have said, you're writing about really interesting stuff. And you're a really interesting writer. If your next book is about the trials and tribulations of your day job, I will be slightly more skeptical, but I bet even that wouldn't be this jackass "OMG my shit smells like roses!!!" stuff that seems to be so popular.
My rule is, if it's important enough to reach me, leave a message.
Right the fuck on. The only time I've regularly called someone back who didn't leave a message was my exboyfriend. What were the messages going to say other than, "Hi, I'm calling you, call me back." No need.