macaroni-grill

Do not criticise my lasagna!

Three years ago I made my wife a lasagna. Sauce from scratch, homemade spinach pasta, expensive cheese, the works. Hours invested - and the return? “You should put more cheese on it like at the Macaroni Grill.”

I went out that night and bought six interior left hand doors. All of our interior doors were right handed. I cut plugs to fill the strike-plate & hinge mortises, and every few weeks I change out a door or two, right hands for left, left for right. It only takes about twenty minutes now: pull the door, plug the mortises, spackle the plug seam, chisel the plug from the opposite side, hang the opposite door and sweep up. I painted the first few times, but it’s a white jamb and I decided the paint smell was more suspicious than the unpainted spackle. It’s a thin seam, and my wife wouldn’t even know where to look.

She’s never said anything about it, but I’ve seen her grasp the air where a doorknob used to be a hundred times. F*ck the macaroni grill.

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Penne Rustica - Macaroni Grill in Gainesville, Florida

This used to be my absolute dish at MG and I ordered it almost every time. This time that I got it, it wasn’t that tasty. Perhaps it was because we had to wait an hour from when we ordered to get our food, so I was not really in a great mood, but it just didn’t taste as great. In the past it had been my favorite because not only did it taste amazing at the table, but it almost tasted better when you took the leftovers home and heated them up. Now I probably won’t get it again.

Cassandra always felt at home in Roman’s embrace. She knew Roman only saw her as a friend, but she still clung to the hope that one day he would realize how perfect they were together. She imagined they would run off to Italy, floating through Venice on a gondola, sharing a bottle of wine while the sun set. What difference did it make that he was her step-brother? They weren’t technically related. In Italy, they understand. They celebrate love in all its glory, even if some might consider it weird.

Authors at Macaroni Grill

Lately I’ve been meeting some interesting people.  This man just walked into Macaroni Grill as if it was the most normal thing in the world to dress like this on a regular basis.  Turns out he was an author, wrote the book Alkaya: The Legend of Empyro.

Konrad Mckane.  He had a British accent too!  So he said it more like “My name is ‘Kuhn-red.’”  I melted.

Check out his book you guys!  C:

D'oh!  And he liked my earrings!  8D