>>13757884For me, it's the local Olive Garden.
Packed into the family car with dad driving and mom resting in the passenger seat. The kids anxiously kicking around the back. There is a powerful bonding on the way to that Italian eatery. The whole family uniting in a singular quest. Tonight we dine. Pulling into the enormous parking lot, the atmosphere begs to be absorbed. A Macy's mall in the background, and a Red Lobster across the street. All of this is of course framed by the beacon that is the Olive Garden restaurant itself. A community staple in fine dining. A plump line has already begun winding out the door, groups of 5 each huddled around their remote buzzer. Occasionally a cry will go out as a vibration comes from the electronic device. A scream of joy. That family has been chosen. They cry tears of gratitude as a virginal waitress brings them swiftly into the eatery. Passing only the finest arts from the Mediterranean. Frescos and bottles of wine from local vineyards. Sinatra sings softly over the built in speakers. Large tables enjoying only the most quality pastas and salads. Taking a seat, a calm washes over everyone in the group. This is just so right. So perfectly correct. It's as if they had been transported to Naples as they pushed their chairs up to the table.
Orgasmic.
