For Mother's Day this year, we took my mom to the local Maggiano's. I only live a few minutes away, but I never eat there since 1) it's expensive and 2) I've had two disastrous relationships start there, and I'm not keen to make it three. Fortunately, I feel sufficiently secure in my relationship with my parents that I felt comfortable risking it. I don't think they're going to dump me for another girl, though I can't say I'm 100% sure. ANYWAY.
I wanted to try something other than my usual ravioli filled with 2% mushrooms and 98% cheese, in a cheesy alfredo sauce with cheese on top and a side of cheese, so I was perusing the menu more carefully than usual when I saw this:
Ah yes. The American obesity epidemic is alive and well. You've just ordered enough fat, carbs, and salt to clog the arteries of a family of four, so you'll obviously be wanting to double up. I felt like I couldn't POSSIBLY have read that right (although it *would* explain how they figured they could charge $13 for eggplant parmesan, because really?). Sure enough, when the waitress came to take our orders, and I asked for something off this part of the menu, she followed up with: "...and what would you like for your second entree?"
Maggiano's, I love you, but that question is absurd.
In other news, my entire blog is apparently going to be about food, just like the rest of my life.
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