May 13th, 2009

Dead Dog Cat

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Some ideas for posts have been rattling around in my head, so I'm going to put the electrons to work on one of them.

Years and years ago, forestcats and I discovered a nice new restaurant that served tasty breadsticks and salad with every meal, and had good tasty Italian dishes. We were very impressed, and would drive a not inconsiderable distance to eat there. The place? Olive Garden.

Over the years, we've moved, and we now live in between two of these restaurants; they're no longer far away at all, in fact, one of them is only a block away from the grocery store where we normally do most of our shopping. However, nowadays, the salad flavors are muted, the breadsticks are no longer fresh, and they put far less flavor enhancement on them, and the menu is simplified, and the food tastes, well, bad.

Last night, instead of driving an extra couple of miles to the family-run Italian place that we presently favor, forestcats chose Olive Garden, and neither one of us was the least bit impressed.

It's sad how the quality there has suffered, as the chain has grown larger, and is now owned by a different corporate structure than it was, back in the day.

Too bad.

I really doubt that we're going back to them, ever again.
Dead Dog Cat

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I've thought for a long time now that different generations are permitted to go back and reinterpret entertainment from the past, to try to elicit new meanings from the shows. This goes as much for Hamlet as it does for, say, Battlestar Galactica. Sometimes it falls on its face, like, say Godzilla did a few years back, or Dino DeLaurentis' (sp?) King Kong in the 70s. Other times, it can be brilliant, like the new Star Trek. But I find that many people complain, each time such things are remade, as if there's always somebody out there to defend the old "classics". I figure that anything is fair game for remakes.