It's a cold, cold day in hell: my 80-something year old Italian grandmother wants to go to the Olive Garden. She's seen the commercials and heard her friends at the senior center going on and on about it. The commercials got her hook, line and sinker. Come on, Gram!!!
There were times I was on the road and we dined at an Olive Garden in La Crosse, WI or stopped at a Fazoli's along the way in Kossuth County, Iowa and I swore I could hear my Neapolitan ancestors turning in their caskets and now my grandmother herself wants to try it out! God Bless that marketing campaign. You've got my grandma now. Thanks, Olive Garden.
I'll report back next week and let you know how it went. I love you, Grandma.