Fuddruckers is good; the rest I don't miss (I don't hate them, just don't particularly miss them.)
The Olive Garden always makes me laugh. My grandparents moved to the US from Italy in the early 1900s and settled in Brooklyn, but my dad left New York for university and never went back, so I don't have a strong connection to my Italian heritage.
When I moved to NYC in 2004, I became good friends with a guy named Mike, whose heritage was similar to mine except that his family stayed in New York, so he has a strong sense of being Italian, and when he talks he sounds like a character from The Sopranos. He
hates The Olive Garden.
One day I was walking through Times Square with Emma (UKC who eventually became my wife) and she said, "What's The Olive Garden?" I told her it was a chain Italian place, and not considered very good. Undeterred, she decided she wanted to have lunch there, so in we went.
I called Mike, and this is the conversation that took place:
Me: Guess where I am?
Mike: Where?
Me: The Olive Garden.
Mike: If you eat at the f***in' Olive Garden, take the vowel off the end of your name because you're not Italian anymore!
Me: Emma wanted to see what it was like!
Mike: What's she having? Baloney alfredo?
