Chains can be fun if you go with the right company. John insisted on going there last night around six thirty-ish even though I told him it would be packed. He wanted to ditch the card tourney and feast feast feast. So we get there and it's a fifty minute wait, the bar is packed and John is starving. We head to the liquor store to browse but John gets ambushed by girl scouts and cannot resist buying the chocolate mint cookies. We get some lovely free samples of wine in a box from a nice lady and I start looking for that Coole Swan I want. The pager goes off and we congratulate our good luck and charge back to the olive garden. Turns out we went out of range. So John can't make it past the girl scouts without buying another box of mint cookies. I wanted to walk down to Fuji so we ask the girl scouts to please guard our pager. They were really nice about it and we slipped the pager leash and happily wandered around like the two hounds we are. Meanwhile John is starving, he hadn't eaten all day and he starts scarfing down the cookies. When we back to the girl scouts he drops the open box and cookies spill out right in front of them! Then he drops the box again in front of the olive garden. He tried to get me to put them in my purse but they won't fit. The parking lot is packed and we don't fee like putting them in the car, it is pretty far away. We finally get an awesome table and a friendly efficient server. That guy was busy, fast and charming. I was in awe. I got the chicken scampi and John got four cheese ravioli. We both got salads but then John decides to order two appetizers, a chicken with dumpling soup and some kind of melty cheese thing with little pieces of bread. I got the most godawful strawberry margarita, I don't know what I was thinking when I ordered it. I could feel my teeth decaying with every sip. It was sickly sweet. Reading chowhound might have saved us some bad tummy troubles. There was a lot of melted cheese and we had big glasses of ice water and we were thirsty. I read here that ice water and lots of melted cheese do bad things to you so I warned John off the water. Luckily we had wine. John and I shared tastes and everything was very good. As a joke John orders me another awful strawberry margarita and himself a mudslide like concoction. After he tried the mudslide he switched drinks with me. He actually liked that margarita. As we left, (you knew this was coming) John dropped the open box of girl scout cookies he had discretely slipped under his jacket. The cookies fall on the floor and maybe no one would have noticed, but I started laughing uncontrollably, tears were forming. We beat it out of there fast!