Olive Garden=Death, no joke.

You want some of these? Tough--you can't have them.

Sad huh.

Steve and I had a gift card to Olive Garden and we decided to use it since we can't really cook anything! When we got to Olive Garden, we were seated promptly, that's a first-- until we found out why. Once we were seated, we decided to get our order in fast. We found out after we ordered that they were out of breadsticks, out of salad dressing, out of lasagna--seemed like they were out of everything. I was so bummed! No breadsticks was torture and no manager to apologize or anywhere to be found was even worse.

As we were walking out, I found an envelope with stuff in it and it said patient name on it. I picked it up closed the envelope and took it back inside. I asked for a manager. Still no manager so I gave it to the girl at the front desk. I told her what I had found and that I didn't want to look inside because I thought it could be personal. She opened it anyways. At that point, I asked that she lock it up and walked out. SO BUGGED.

The last time we were there, I found a hair in my food---GROSS and the dish I ordered made me sick to my stomach all night long and into the next day. Come to find out, my coworker ordered the same dish the same night and was sick to her stomach too.

Olive Garden, you've had better days. You cut me deep. Loser.