Kim likes the salad and bread sticks and I suspect derives a bit of sadistic satisfaction in hearing me mutter polysyllabic epithets about the “Evil Garden’s” food. On a list of things I’d rather do, my annual visit to the Olive Garden for a meal of cheese glop or tomato torture ranks somewhere below visiting a proctologist or watching The View. Just One of the Many Reasons City of Vision Residents Love Joe and Kassie. Joe’s Pasta House Honors Rio Rancho’s Finest. In my case, the deal is a visit to Olive Garden once a year in exchange for all the strange and exotic restaurants I want to visit the rest of the year. Faust, for the non-English majors among you, was a scholar who sells his soul to the devil in exchange for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures. ![]() ![]() ![]() It’s a deal we have, albeit one that makes me feel like Faust in the Christopher Marlowe play. Once a year, despite my protestations and whining, I agree to take my Kim to the Olive Garden.
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