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.