Date night at Milton's. Why have we never been here before?


Date night at Milton's. Why have we never been here before?

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  1. Casey G.May 31, 2014 at 4:46 PM

    As we drive by the Olive Garden Jen says, "What are you people doing?"

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  2. Paul BeakleyMay 31, 2014 at 5:49 PM

    Yeah I don't get Olive Garden either, but my dad looooves it. I think because he can order precisely the same meal at all of them and get precisely the same experience.

    I usually just load up on their salad, which is serviceable.

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  3. Scott CroomMay 31, 2014 at 6:50 PM

    Olive Garden is to Italian what Taco Bell is to Mexican. Sometimes it's just less hassle to eat there.

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