The Last Supper

November 11, 2011 • 4:56 pm • POSTED BY bmckenna

I sat down to write this blog post with grand ambitions. I would pen a treatise on the irresistible siren song of the American chain restaurant. A daring exposé of Fauxtalian cuisine. A dissertation on foods stuffed with other foods.

But truth be told, I couldn’t be bothered to type more than a few sentences—I ate, like, a loaf of breadsticks.

So I’ll leave it at this: we went to Olive Garden for lunch today. The experience was a strange mixture of depressing, amusing, and filling. And because it was Chelsea Brink’s last Friday lunch on the Beast Coast, we took this religiously insensitive picture.