A martini is not a martini without an olive.
That, at least, is the thinking of a true connoisseur.
And to Siouxland residents, many of whom consider themselves connoisseurs of fine food, a city is not a city without an Olive Garden. So as of Monday, Sioux City becomes a real city.
What for years has been a local obsession -- the OG's manicotti formaggio, chicken vino bianco and zuppa toscana driving Siouxlanders to Omaha and Sioux Falls -- has become a reality.
Sioux City Journal
I went to the Olive Garden for the 13th birthday. Shortly thereafter, the restaurant disappeared from my province. And I cried on the inside.
If anyone wants to sweep me off my feet, pick me up for a spontaneous road trip to Buffalo. Just for Italian food. And I will love you forever. Or at least blog about it. And maybe write you a song.
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I find that quote depressing. A city is not a city unless it has a chain restaurant? I confess I've never been to an Olive Garden, so maybe someone will have to explain its brilliance to me. But there are plenty of genuine Italian restaurants in Toronto, which I consider a better indicator of a "real" city. Perhaps you and I should go to the newly opened Neapolitan pizzeria on Ossington soon?
For me, it's purely nostalgic reasons for my love. It's just a chain restaurant with huge portions and plenty of cheese (literal cheese).
Sioux City must be a pretty fun town if a chain restaurant is a local OBSESSION.
And yes, let's go to someplace where Italians actually do the cooking :) Neapolitan sounds great. And closer than NY.
Wow, no offense, but you really need to get out more.
Olive Garden is not that good of a restaurant. The bread sticks are bland and so is the rest of the menue.
See if you have a restaurant in your town who has Italians making Italian food. You'll probably do MUCH BETTER!
GOOD LUCK!!
Yeah, Nadine. You clearly need to get out more ;)
Also, you should listen to the comedian I am about to email you re: The Olive Garden.
I appreciate everyone's concern for my pathetic palette. Keep in mind that my love of said bad Italian was that of a 13-year-old's....
I have since had real Italian.
And thanks, Beth :)
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