No, but I’ll keep that in mind for my next visit to the toilet.

The AV Club

You should check out the documentary “The Search for General Tso” goes quite in depth about how Chinese-American food came to be. It’s currently on Netflix.

Never could understand the idea of ordering pasta in a restaurant. It’s so friggin cheap and easy to make at home.

Anecdotal, but it’s the restaurant with the highest cases of food poisoning in my social group, myself included. I also know someone who worked there and... yeah... let’s just say I haven’t been there in over a decade.

This, it’s pretty good but it’s also priced really high for chain food.

I know precisely what you mean. I actually set foot in one voluntarily about a year ag0 - a social group my wife and I are part of all wanted to go there. We could’ve simply not gone, but it would’ve disappointed friends. I ordered clam linguine and got little bits of rubber in vanilla pudding... I think.

You can go to any grocery store and buy the following: salad in a a bag. Regrigerated pasta, frozen lasagne, frozen bread sticks, jar of sauce. You can make a dinner from that for a similar cost as a night out.

But cream cheese wontons are basically Crab Rangoon minus the crab.

Occasionally I’ll buy a bag of frozen ravoli and a jar of $3 pasta sauce. Its good! I just don’t want to pay $15-20 for a plate of it to a loathsome resturant corporation that is loathsome by resturant chain standards.

Props to them for having some fun with their baby’s name. The Olive Garden may be trashy (and so what?) but Olivia is a nice name. I’d rather be named Olivia Garton (and get to change my last name at 16 or whenever Arkansans marry) than some weirdly spelled variation of Madison, Mackenzie, Riley, or Reagan.

I secretly like Olive garden even though deep down I know it’s horrible and fake

Their second child was named “5% tip cause I didn’t get my 12th pink lemonade as promptly as I would like”

“My middle name is french, it’s pronounced boo-faay.”

I would go with something more festive, like Drambuie paired with liberal huffs of silver polish

I am generally not a fan of my food touching on the plate (I’m 42 and weird), but that ban is lifted on Thanksgiving due to the presence of gravy, the great uniter. Pile it on, dump gravy over top, and eat.

Pecan pie.

that sounds pretty rational to me after being lost in the woods for a few days. i’d probably be thinking about toast, too.

What about Hot Browns, an open face sandwich made of turkey, bacon, that’s covered in a cheese sauce?