“Then in the evening, hit up one of the many big name restaurants that fill the valley, cause the illegals that work there know how to cook, and you don’t, plus all the other sheeple seem to do it, so it must be logical, despite the long waits that people are willing to endure, despite the never ending building of said diners.”
Hehe, funny stuff. It amazes me looking back that my family would sometimes spend 30-60 minutes waiting for a table at The Olive Garden. Seriously, the bloody Olive Garden… cuz really, the salad and breadsticks are soooooo good they’re worth the wait.
(Ok, admittedly it’s challenging to cook for a group of 6-8 people, and we usually only ate there with grandma/grandpa/cousins, but still, in hindsight it amazes me. My mom really didn’t like to cook.)
