Olive Garden (3/30/14)

          Living in a small town also means that choices of places to eat are nonexistent. We have a few locally owned restaurants and a couple of fast food places all of which get very boring.  In order to get something different you have to drive about an hour. We don't even have a Wal-Mart within a thirty minute drive. I love my small town, but sometimes the convinces of our surrounding towns is very tempting. 
        Every once and a while, my mom and I go all the way to Asheville. Oh how I love Olive Garden! While shopping in the mall I practically begged mom to go to Olive Garden. She doesn't really like to try new things, so I have to be extra convincing. It took me and my best friend over a year to get her to eat at the Mexican restaurant.  Asheville is a little over two hours away and I love to go there. Our waiter was awesome! Great service is really the key to a successful dinner service and happy customers. He checked on us at least every ten minutes. 
        Our food was great too! Mom didn't really like the prices, but who cares when it's good quality food. I would rate this Olive Garden a 9 out of a 10. The only reason I didn't give it a ten was because the hostess dumb water on me. She was seating people and helping bring out food. The poor woman was over worked and clearly needed a break. She was the sweetest person I had ever met, but she was also one of the busiest too! 

Here is our conversation: 

Hostess: Good evening ladies! How are you?

US: we are find and dandy.   (yes my mom says this)  How has your day been?

Hostess: Well we are short handed today, so everyone is having to pick up the slack. (She was smiling, but she really looked tired)

Hostess: How many people will be in your group today?

US: Two. I hope your day gets better. 

    The hostess had to apologize for our inconvenience. I had no idea what she was even talking about. She had forgot to tell us that there would be a fifteen minute wait. I'll wait for a hour for good food! She came back over and finally seated us. We had watched her run around and buss tables, mop, and help the waitresses carry out their orders. I honestly believe she needed a break. She was out of breath and sweeting like crazy.    The gentlemen behind us said, "She's sweeting like a whore in church!"   I thought my mom was going to come unglued!  She was ready to get up and teach him some true southern manners. 
    At the end of our meal I tipped the waiter and mom went and tipped the poor hostess. She was confused as to why mom was tipping her, but mom ended up explaining that good hard working people are hard to come by.     
     I would love to hear other people's experiences with Olive Garden, especially the one in Asheville. 

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