For the most part of my dining experiences I tend to stray away from chain restaurants instead opting for smaller mom and type spots. However for dinner tonight my wife was craving Olive Garden. I think for a lot of people the Olive Garden represents something familiar and there for comforting. Everyone knows about the endless bread sticks and soups. So tonight that’s where we opted to go.
Our server Stephanie Q was incredibly warm and welcoming. She had an understanding about the overall great of cheese and a cheerful demeanor. She added so much to our experience just by being our server.
We started with the fried Calamari. It was great, perfectly fried with a bit of a crunch.
For our soups we went with our usual creamy chicken gnocchi with lots of cheese!!
My wife went with the eggplant Parmesan and swapped out her spaghetti for gluten free rigatoni and creamy mushroom sauce. They both had a great flavor and I am actually thinking I might try the creamy mushroom sauce later.
I went with the spaghetti with meat sauce and I added sausage. My only complaint would be that I forgot the sausage comes in links, I would have preferred it chopped and tossed with the pasta itself.
Other than that everything was great and we finished our evening off with a strawberry ricotta cheesecake.
It was the perfect ending to our meal.
Charles
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June 08, 2024
Olive Garden, what’s missing in the photos? Did you spot it? Keep reading if not. Okay, so Jose our server was nice. His unknown support staff was Rosa, a wonderful bus lady who helped us a lot; she got us missing napkins so she got a separate good tip. Then, the food was brought to the table, and we got to stare at it. And stare at it some more. No utensils. Manager tried to do the forward stare and walk past as I asked for assistance. “Excuse me,” I called out again. May we get utensils? Jose comes to our table about the same time. Jose doesn’t notice why we are unable to eat yet. Jose, can we please get utensils? Finally, we get utensils so we could eat 😀. Unfortunately, the edges of the eggplant 🍆 were burned through and through to a crisp. I did not complain or send it back. I felt like it was going to be too much to ask at this point. I took the loss on the food. I plan on skipping Olive Garden for a bit, as the past few dining experiences have missed the basic mark. P.S. Front counter, please try to be a tad more welcoming. That’s literally the whole purpose being at the front doors. Anyway, I digress. Ciao!
Daniel Mozes (DaDa)
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October 06, 2024
Olive Garden, what can I say? You’re there for me in ways I never knew I needed. Not emotionally—let’s not get crazy—but pasta-wise, you’re my rock. It’s like you’ve mastered the art of showing up just when I need a bottomless bowl of carbs to get through life’s ups and downs. And when you bring back that “All You Can Eat” pasta and salad deal once a year, well, it’s practically a national holiday in my house. Forget Thanksgiving—I’m giving thanks to Alfredo, marinara, and whatever magic you put in those breadsticks.
My wife and I went to Olive Garden recently for a little midday lunch date, you know, before the chaos of picking up the kids. It’s the kind of date where you’re still wearing your “I’ve given up” sweatpants, but it’s romantic because…pasta. I went for the angel hair pasta with creamy mushroom sauce, because nothing says “I’m sophisticated” like pretending I know the difference between angel hair and spaghetti. She went for the rigatoni with red sauce, classic choice—although I secretly suspect she ordered it just so she wouldn’t have to share. Pro move.
And then, of course, there’s the all-you-can-eat salad. I mean, is it really a trip to Olive Garden without the salad? But I have to ask: what’s with the “all you can eat” part? It feels a bit like a challenge. Like, how much lettuce can one human consume before it stops being fun and starts being a cry for help? I got mine tossed with ranch, because if I’m going to load up on carbs, I might as well go all in with the calories. My wife, though? She’s more sophisticated—chose the chicken gnocchi soup. Which, by the way, is basically the culinary equivalent of a warm hug.
Now, usually the service at Olive Garden is like a well-oiled pasta machine. The servers are attentive, checking in just enough so you never feel forgotten, but not so much that you start wondering if they’re secretly living under the table. This time? Eh, our server was a little less attentive. Not terrible, but just enough for me to wonder if maybe they were trapped in the back, knee-deep in a spaghetti incident. I mean, if you don’t check on me every 10 minutes, how else will I show off my highly impressive ability to devour bowl after bowl of pasta? Exactly.
Despite that minor hiccup, I’ve gotta say, I still love this Olive Garden. The one on Corbin in Northridge, California, is my go-to spot for a reliable, pasta-filled experience. Whether you’re a couple on a midday date like us, or a family of 10 with a toddler throwing breadsticks across the room like it’s a sport, there’s something here for everyone. Just be sure to wear your stretchy pants and pace yourself with the salad—you’ll want to save room for that second (or third) plate of pasta. Trust me.
Shiloh Lord
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September 02, 2024
We went here as a group of about 12 and were at a back, private room. The server, Kenya was outstanding!! She was attentive, knowledgeable, super fast, remembered everything, and very kind.You couldn't ask for a better experience! Everybody at the table was super happy about their food and service (which hardly ever happens with our group)! This was a miracle alone with that! Kenya knew the menu very well, and her recommendations food wise were a hit with each person. Thank you so much for showing kindness and patience with older people that were in our group. I hardly see that. Thank you for the food satisfying everybody in the group. It was very clean and nobody got sick from bacteria or food. We will definitely be coming back again!
Angy G.
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October 02, 2024
Olive Garden is a family friendly restaurant. They were very attentive to our table and needs. They did forget to bring some items out but they were very nice and helpful. We didn't wait long since we were able to reserve a spot in the virtual line.
For the most part of my dining experiences I tend to stray away from chain restaurants instead opting for smaller mom and type spots. However for dinner tonight my wife was craving Olive Garden. I think for a lot of people the Olive Garden represents something familiar and there for comforting. Everyone knows about the endless bread sticks and soups. So tonight that’s where we opted to go. Our server Stephanie Q was incredibly warm and welcoming. She had an understanding about the overall great of cheese and a cheerful demeanor. She added so much to our experience just by being our server. We started with the fried Calamari. It was great, perfectly fried with a bit of a crunch. For our soups we went with our usual creamy chicken gnocchi with lots of cheese!! My wife went with the eggplant Parmesan and swapped out her spaghetti for gluten free rigatoni and creamy mushroom sauce. They both had a great flavor and I am actually thinking I might try the creamy mushroom sauce later. I went with the spaghetti with meat sauce and I added sausage. My only complaint would be that I forgot the sausage comes in links, I would have preferred it chopped and tossed with the pasta itself. Other than that everything was great and we finished our evening off with a strawberry ricotta cheesecake. It was the perfect ending to our meal.
Olive Garden, what’s missing in the photos? Did you spot it? Keep reading if not. Okay, so Jose our server was nice. His unknown support staff was Rosa, a wonderful bus lady who helped us a lot; she got us missing napkins so she got a separate good tip. Then, the food was brought to the table, and we got to stare at it. And stare at it some more. No utensils. Manager tried to do the forward stare and walk past as I asked for assistance. “Excuse me,” I called out again. May we get utensils? Jose comes to our table about the same time. Jose doesn’t notice why we are unable to eat yet. Jose, can we please get utensils? Finally, we get utensils so we could eat 😀. Unfortunately, the edges of the eggplant 🍆 were burned through and through to a crisp. I did not complain or send it back. I felt like it was going to be too much to ask at this point. I took the loss on the food. I plan on skipping Olive Garden for a bit, as the past few dining experiences have missed the basic mark. P.S. Front counter, please try to be a tad more welcoming. That’s literally the whole purpose being at the front doors. Anyway, I digress. Ciao!
Olive Garden, what can I say? You’re there for me in ways I never knew I needed. Not emotionally—let’s not get crazy—but pasta-wise, you’re my rock. It’s like you’ve mastered the art of showing up just when I need a bottomless bowl of carbs to get through life’s ups and downs. And when you bring back that “All You Can Eat” pasta and salad deal once a year, well, it’s practically a national holiday in my house. Forget Thanksgiving—I’m giving thanks to Alfredo, marinara, and whatever magic you put in those breadsticks. My wife and I went to Olive Garden recently for a little midday lunch date, you know, before the chaos of picking up the kids. It’s the kind of date where you’re still wearing your “I’ve given up” sweatpants, but it’s romantic because…pasta. I went for the angel hair pasta with creamy mushroom sauce, because nothing says “I’m sophisticated” like pretending I know the difference between angel hair and spaghetti. She went for the rigatoni with red sauce, classic choice—although I secretly suspect she ordered it just so she wouldn’t have to share. Pro move. And then, of course, there’s the all-you-can-eat salad. I mean, is it really a trip to Olive Garden without the salad? But I have to ask: what’s with the “all you can eat” part? It feels a bit like a challenge. Like, how much lettuce can one human consume before it stops being fun and starts being a cry for help? I got mine tossed with ranch, because if I’m going to load up on carbs, I might as well go all in with the calories. My wife, though? She’s more sophisticated—chose the chicken gnocchi soup. Which, by the way, is basically the culinary equivalent of a warm hug. Now, usually the service at Olive Garden is like a well-oiled pasta machine. The servers are attentive, checking in just enough so you never feel forgotten, but not so much that you start wondering if they’re secretly living under the table. This time? Eh, our server was a little less attentive. Not terrible, but just enough for me to wonder if maybe they were trapped in the back, knee-deep in a spaghetti incident. I mean, if you don’t check on me every 10 minutes, how else will I show off my highly impressive ability to devour bowl after bowl of pasta? Exactly. Despite that minor hiccup, I’ve gotta say, I still love this Olive Garden. The one on Corbin in Northridge, California, is my go-to spot for a reliable, pasta-filled experience. Whether you’re a couple on a midday date like us, or a family of 10 with a toddler throwing breadsticks across the room like it’s a sport, there’s something here for everyone. Just be sure to wear your stretchy pants and pace yourself with the salad—you’ll want to save room for that second (or third) plate of pasta. Trust me.
We went here as a group of about 12 and were at a back, private room. The server, Kenya was outstanding!! She was attentive, knowledgeable, super fast, remembered everything, and very kind.You couldn't ask for a better experience! Everybody at the table was super happy about their food and service (which hardly ever happens with our group)! This was a miracle alone with that! Kenya knew the menu very well, and her recommendations food wise were a hit with each person. Thank you so much for showing kindness and patience with older people that were in our group. I hardly see that. Thank you for the food satisfying everybody in the group. It was very clean and nobody got sick from bacteria or food. We will definitely be coming back again!
Olive Garden is a family friendly restaurant. They were very attentive to our table and needs. They did forget to bring some items out but they were very nice and helpful. We didn't wait long since we were able to reserve a spot in the virtual line.