Today, my dad treated me to Applebee's. (He had a gift card for it and a movie; we went to see We're the Millers. The movie was wonderful, especially the outtakes.) I got a bacon cheeseburger—it was just terrible.
One massive leaf of lettuce, an onion ring (not even cut; it was an intact ring, just lying dead center. I'd think at least cutting it in half and laying the strips across the burger would be better practice). The meat was bland as all hell, and you could tell it was frozen beforehand. The bacon was flavorless, too. I think I've used more ketchup on that burger than I used for the fries, most of which also tasted particularly lettuce-y.
Service wasn't anything to write home about either (they got both of our drink orders wrong, and it wasn't a busy afternoon), but at least it was prompt and errors were rectified without a fuss. (I think that may be a plus, actually, considering an Olive Garden my family'd gone to a day after its opening night was absolutely awful in every aspect.)
