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  • Spaghetti Factory. Not by choice.

    My cousins are coming into town and are staying with my mom and dad.

    I got a phone call from Pops asking if I wanted to meet them for dinner so we could all see each other. My cousin asked my dad if he'd line something up so he and his sister could see everyone after their flight gets in.

    My dad's plan: Spaghetti Factory.

    My question: Why?

    Of all the places we could eat, why drive downtown from the airport for... Spaghetti Factory?

    I thought I'd share this as it has been a relatively slow day in this forum and it probably touches on a number of threads that have been active lately.

  • #2
    Oh for the LOVE! Just make them Chef Boyardi... It's just about the same! BARF!

    My condolences.

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    • #3
      You could eat next door at The Pub. Hires is across the street. I'd take either of those over spaghetti factory.
      "You interns are like swallows. You shit all over my patients for six weeks and then fly off."

      "Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. It's my fault for overestimating your competence."

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      • #4
        I have never eaten at The Spaghetti Factory. Is it akin to The Olive Garden?
        "I can get a good look at a T-bone by sticking my head up a bull's a$$, but I'd rather take a butcher's word for it". - Tommy Callahan III

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Drunk Tank View Post
          I have never eaten at The Spaghetti Factory. Is it akin to The Olive Garden?
          Well, it's worse and costs less.

          It's probably best described as being between Fazoli's and Olive Garden.

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          • #6
            My best friend's wedding luncheon was at The Spaghetti Factory. As soon as I heard that's where they were holding it, I predicted his marriage wouldn't last. He was divorced after 1.5 years. After his wife told him she was leaving, she raided their bank account and took $5000 to get a boob job.
            Prepare to put mustard on those words, for you will soon be consuming them, along with this slice of humble pie that comes direct from the oven of shame set at gas mark “egg on your face”! -- Moss

            There's three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who's got the same first name as a city; and never go near a lady's got a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, everything else is cream cheese. --Coach Finstock

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            • #7
              Originally posted by Donuthole View Post
              My best friend's wedding luncheon was at The Spaghetti Factory. As soon as I heard that's where they were holding it, I predicted his marriage wouldn't last. He was divorced after 1.5 years. After his wife told him she was leaving, she raided their bank account and took $5000 to get a boob job.
              My wedding luncheon was at the BYU skyroom. What do you predict about my marriage?

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              • #8
                Originally posted by Soccermom View Post
                My wedding luncheon was at the BYU skyroom. What do you predict about my marriage?
                He'll need more info about your boobs first.
                Ain't it like most people, I'm no different. We love to talk on things we don't know about.

                Dig your own grave, and save!

                "The only one of us who is so significant that Jeff owes us something simply because he decided to grace us with his presence is falafel." -- All-American

                "I know that you are one of the cool and 'edgy' BYU fans" -- Wally

                GIVE 'EM HELL, BRIGHAM!

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                • #9
                  I used to like the mizthra (sp?) cheese spaghetti. I don't like the icky scoop of ice cream that comes at the end of the meal. Also stale mints.

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Soccermom View Post
                    My wedding luncheon was at the BYU skyroom. What do you predict about my marriage?
                    Ok, ok, my post was misleading. While I did predict that their marriage wouldn't last upon hearing the wedding luncheon was at Spaghetti Factory, it wasn't based solely on that. In fact, I predicted their marriage wouldn't last at pretty much every opportunity. After all, I lined them up (He had just broken up and was acting like his life was over, and she was stalking me. Solution: blind date!), and they ended up getting married exactly 10 days after my wife and I were married (though we had been dating for about 10 months).

                    From first introduction to date of marriage was just under 3 months for them. Why the rush? They were horny.
                    Prepare to put mustard on those words, for you will soon be consuming them, along with this slice of humble pie that comes direct from the oven of shame set at gas mark “egg on your face”! -- Moss

                    There's three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who's got the same first name as a city; and never go near a lady's got a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, everything else is cream cheese. --Coach Finstock

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by RobinFinderson View Post
                      I used to like the mizthra (sp?) cheese spaghetti. I don't like the icky scoop of ice cream that comes at the end of the meal. Also stale mints.
                      The only palatable option, as it doesn't come with any of their Chef Boyardee sauce on it.
                      Prepare to put mustard on those words, for you will soon be consuming them, along with this slice of humble pie that comes direct from the oven of shame set at gas mark “egg on your face”! -- Moss

                      There's three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who's got the same first name as a city; and never go near a lady's got a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, everything else is cream cheese. --Coach Finstock

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by Donuthole View Post
                        Ok, ok, my post was misleading. While I did predict that their marriage wouldn't last upon hearing the wedding luncheon was at Spaghetti Factory, it wasn't based solely on that. In fact, I predicted their marriage wouldn't last at pretty much every opportunity. After all, I lined them up (He had just broken up and was acting like his life was over, and she was stalking me. Solution: blind date!), and they ended up getting married exactly 10 days after my wife and I were married (though we had been dating for about 10 months).

                        From first introduction to date of marriage was just under 3 months for them. Why the rush? They were horny.
                        My introduction to date of marriage was 14 months, and the luncheon was in the Jade Room of the Joseph Smith Memorial. What's the verdict?

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by Fiyero View Post
                          My introduction to date of marriage was 14 months, and the luncheon was in the Jade Room of the Joseph Smith Memorial. What's the verdict?
                          Let's get back on topic..... Boobs!
                          Just try it once. One beer or one cigarette or one porno movie won't hurt. - Dallin H. Oaks

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Donuthole View Post
                            The only palatable option, as it doesn't come with any of their Chef Boyardee sauce on it.
                            The issue is that it is so easy and cheap to make at home.

                            The bread is usually "okay."

                            I'd take their creamy pesto salad dressing and leave the salad.

                            Everything else sucks.

                            Seriously, making pasta with mizithra and browned butter is simple and fast.

                            Prepare the pasta.

                            Brown some butter with some fresh garlic (or without, either way)

                            Grate Mizithra cheese.

                            Poor the browned butter over your pasta and toss.

                            Dish up the pasta.

                            Sprinkle or, in my case, cover, the pasta with the grated mizithra.

                            It takes about 5 minutes.

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                            • #15
                              The last tim I went to Spaghetti Factory I met Soccermom, Aristides and clan. Which led to a later "welcome to Utah" meal of green jello, funeral potatoes, etc. So it's got that going for it.
                              "It's true that everything happens for a reason. Just remember that sometimes that reason is that you did something really, really, stupid."

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