you know what place isnt as awful as i expected it to be?


olive garden.

those moz sticks are actually fleeked out.

i might go back for one of those ostrich egg size meatballs one of these days.

or i wont because i dont ever want to be around that many squalling infants again ever in my life.

like i think grandparents just automatically take their shitty children and sub-children to olive garden because its cheap and they serve alcohol and like actual dinners for next to nothing.

i dont know i got a lot of feelings about olive garden rn.