Now this, I've got me a gripe. Olive Garden.
I've been there a total of three times, all three different locations. Two in CA, one in Houston, TX.
Never, ever again.
I'm trying to have dinner with family, and in TX, dinner with friends. Both places, we were BLITZKRIEGED with interrupting sales jockeys trying to up our bill with extras. They just blurted their pitch, regardless if we were on a punchline of a joke, a pivot point in a story or any of it. We couldn't even start a conversation without it being destroyed by some jello-haired muppet shoving a bottle of wine in our faces. "Would you like a nice Chianti ? How about a white Zinfandel to go with that salad? " Then literally ten seconds or less later, " Helllllooooo, who's up for some sauteed mushrooms??!!? " They would NOT SHUT UP. They would not stop coming. They would not stop SELLING.
Finally, I had enough. At the last one, I let them have it both barrels. I said to the last hard-sell buttbreath to interrupt us, "I've been to the Olive Garden three times now. Every damn time, we cannot even begin a conversation without your staff butting in to our good time to sell us something we didn't ask for. And you never quit. You don't care that you're stepping on our good time. You just want to pad the bill up with every extra on the menu. Now you will leave us alone and not bother us again, except to bring us the bill for what we ordered, and we want that bill pronto. Then you will not bother us again. Am I clear?"
Contrary to popular belief, I am a really nice and gentle fellow when I'm off the job here on MLP. The nicest guy you'd ever meet. Just ask those here who have met me IRL. But I do have an eccentricity. I will not take crap from people. Not when I'm paying for it. And if something gets ridiculous, I usually have the patience to steel it through. But when something goes way beyond ridiculous into unbelievable territory, I nut-up. I hear a lot of ex-service folks are like that. We are just not geared to tolerate a stupid situation.
I can hear Gordon Ramsay yelling "YOU DONKEY.. GET OUT!" from here..If the fancy places aren’t rinsing it, they must just not do a good job straining it.
I’ve never rinsed pasta. I figured the Italian restaurants cook a boatload of it all at once. Then, when I order my meal, they throw some in a colander, dump some hot water on it, and pretend it’s “fresh”.
I'll vouch for Dave, here.Contrary to popular belief, I am a really nice and gentle fellow when I'm off the job here on MLP. The nicest guy you'd ever meet. Just ask those here who have met me IRL.
I'll vouch for Dave, here.
I've sat a few feet away while the man was moderating-- and at such a time as an action needed to be taken.
Dave kind of shrugged, told me what was cookin' on-site when I asked, then calmly explained that he figured to just issue a warning right then.
We wondered aloud to one another why anybody would bother to flagrantly breach subjects that were off-limits, shrugged again, and chalked it up to the sort of stubborn stupidity of the ornery or the connivance of some member who didn't like the thread or the direction the conversation was going in.
So he typed some warning or other up, and in the meantime I was sitting there watching television again. No use watching Dave. He's not visibly excited by any of this shit-- he only raises his voice to laugh his ass off about something. Once in a while he sighs tiredly... but then he just chuckles and shakes his head.
Five seconds after the warning was issued, he was somewhere else on the site.
Ten minutes later with no further drama ensuing? The incident was already in storage-- not truly a matter of immediacy any more. Kind of like the difference between the memory of a fart and a really fresh and stinky one.
Anybody looking for free crash space in that guy's head is gonna end up homeless.
I flew out to Florida and spent a week with Rob, just as a hurricane hit. I was due for a vacation, had just parted ways with an ex and needed a little change of venue for a spell.
There was like NOBODY on the plane out. Maybe two others. Nobody wanted to brave the hurricane, though it wasn't to hit Orlando for another day or so. I had the plane literally to myself, except for some sugar-britches mooning at me from First Class. No dice, sweet-buns. I don't swing that way.
So, after a good round of first-night hard drinking, we settled into a week of being mostly housebound, what with the hurricane on. But that was pretty fun too. We made the best of it, making fun of the drama on TV and those who scare the public and stir the frenzy up; the news people.
That didn't sit well with some of the MLP'ers as we goofed at the over-dramatic news reporters. Oh, well. What else you gonna do during a hurricane, wring your hands and weep?
if the friggin' roof tore off of Rob's house, then I'd be there another week helping him put a roof on. Whatever. I'm there to hang out, and that means whatever's in the cards we're dealt.
Rob got to see how we mod this place, firsthand. He got quite a hoot out of it.
-And Rob, it was an absolute pleasure, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Thank you for your hospitality, my good friend.
You're always welcome out here with Anna and I.. Anytime, buddy.
This. If you have to rinse to stop it going soggy you are cooking it too long.Try..cooking it more Al Dente..do not rinse..the slight cooking while being coated with the sauce..is enough. Trust me..not sticky or soft.. Never add Olive oil to water..also makes sauces not adhere to noodles..just salt and ADD the starch at top of water in pasta pot to sauce..
Both Dad's Family.. Calabraze(Southern tip) and Mom's Abruzze (hills above Rome) had rules LOL
No rinse..only put pasta in BOILING water or it will absorb water and be sticky and soft..
But how ever you like it works..this is just the traditional way..
Nah man you take it out and drain it before it’s cooked how you like it. I used to do what you do. Rinsing it gets rid of all the good starch and like I said, the sauce won’t stick to it as well if you rinse it.You rinse it in a colander to stop the cooking process. If you don't it keeps cooking and turns soft and sticky.
You're supposed to drain it well though.
I kind of do the same. I go to restaurants at off family hours and tend to go to ones that are a little pricier because there are fewer families and better food. For vacations I go to adult only places so I don’t have to hear crying kids or exasperated parents yelling, or watch unattended kids hanging out by the pool bar which for some reason comes with drunks.Far as the OP topic goes, I like my peace and quiet like the next guy.
But I'm willing to compromise a bit to ensure my sanity.
I go later. Maybe 7PM or so. That way, most of the families with small children have already left.
See, I don't want to bitch on and on about noisy, out-of-control brats ruining my meal, I just want to eat in peace. So I do something about it.
I'm sympathetic to both. Everyone needs to eat, and everyone needs to have that night out to break up the monotony of home. So I carefully choose the time, and the place. I tend to go to better places that are more "date" places. I'd rather save up and go to a great restaurant than corporate places who's policy is to cater to families.
I wrote a thread over a year ago about a casino that was under siege by children and families. They were running through the casino floor, right around the blackjack tables, etc. It was a hot mess. That annoyed me. Casinos and their resorts used to be the "adult playground" where you could get away from the kids, cuss, drink, smoke and be a foul adult. Not anymore. It's like a friggin Ikea store anymore. Strolly-moms and dads who look Like Ross Geller from "Friends" wearing some sort of papoose-looking baby holder on their chest.
It ain't Frank Sinatra, booze and broads anymore. Nope. No sireee.
Not perfect parents but parents who understand that life changes with kids. Some knuckle heads go with “I’m not changing my lifestyle just because I have a kid”, I got to see plenty of them on my last vacation at the resort down the beach.Lol
So many perfect parents in this thread.
D, life is hard, I pay, you pay, poor little sick boy needs joy? Yeah, don't we all. I don't eat out, except at a local Italian joint, I'm "known" there get a quiet table. You know what matters in my life? My enjoyment. Do I care about the masses? Do they care about me? My heart is not melting. Why does this kid want to go to Outback anyway-it is for dum dums who like yelling at Tv sports.Judging by a lot of the... less tolerant responses in this thread, yes. Apparently it is.