we had planned to go to the beach today, but the traffic was ridiculous in the morning, and even worse tonight, so somehow i got talked into going to the mall to help shop for school stuff for my boy. i'll take a day off this week and we'll hit the beach one last time this summer.
after the mall, we went to the olive garden. (it was the only place around, and meltdowns were imminent. both dw and my boy)
the salad and breadsticks were good, and the service very good. but then dw had a mediocre-at-best chicken marsala, and if i had to give the chianti braised short ribs a grade, i'd say d plus. the sauce tasted like it was just squeezed out of a latex bladder right over the meat. it had a sort of plastic, preservative laden taste to it.
i shoulda ordered the steak. what can you do wrong to a hunk o' meat over a fire? if it is overcooked, you just have to wipe the spit off the secong one they bring you...
in nomine patri, et fili, et spiritus sancti.
Meh nom eh noh...doot dooooo do do do.