Friends, it's happened. I was afraid this day was going to come, I was hoping against hope that it never would, but it's come. It's time for a negative blog post. Here's what went down.
To celebrate the end of Passover, Maxine and I decided on a quick dinner of pasta before going back to the 7th circle of hell known as outlining. Because the goal was something quick I didn't suggest the Friendly Neighborhood Italian Place, since it's a bit far from school and not the quickest restaurant. Instead Maxine suggested Olio, a place she enjoyed last time she was there. So we went. And sat. 30 minutes after ordering a basket containing 2 slices of what I'm 90% certain was WonderBread appeared on the table, with some admittedly very high quality olive oil. 10 minutes later we asked about our food and were told it was 5 minutes away. 10 minutes after that our food arrived, lukewarm and slightly bland.
So, that was a less than ideal return to chametz, minus the part where I got to spend an hour and a half with the wonderful Maxine. Loyal readers, I'd avoid Olio, and stick with the Friendly Neighborhood Italian Place.
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