The Cedar Rapids Olive Garden

A love poem to the Cedar Rapids Olive Garden From Pam “Pamelita” “Croutonica”  “What the Dillio?” Dillon


When I walk through the doors of the C.R. O.G.

I always know that a smile is not far from me,

whether from Midge or Carie, from Hector, Habib?

If you’re sad when you walk in, you’re glad when you leave.  😉

It’s a magical place if you only believe.

If you think you know what to expect, you’re deceived.

You’ll have this guest and that guest in this mood or that.

And they’ll dip fifty breadsticks in ten sides of ranch.

Through the alley you’ll whistle or shout something profane,

to keep all your guests from driving you insane.

Then you’ll use your green linen to wipe blood, tears, and sweat,

during each split you’re working to pay off your debt.1559490_10152919465666664_741578487_o

Just keep cool and remember your goal for the night

in cab or in chard, sampling red, blush, or white,

even if you take their order and they say it’s not right

eat it all, say it’s bad, and won’t pay for a bite

you just show them that charm and you shine your eyes bright

fill your room with one hundred percent guest delight. 😉

Some days OG is awful and some days it’s just fine

and we taste tiramisu while Josh samples out wine.

1609962_10153293238781664_771726396410410693_nYou ask your room partner to follow with drinks,

so they follow with insults, strange noises, and winks,

You say I’m in the weeds, and they say, “Join the club.”

But they help when you need it, and you feel the love.
In the side station servers spill guts to each other

when the restaurant is slow, of course, and side work is over…

And not on the clock because that would be wrong…10563206_10154500118815647_1479408374030644671_n

but it’s the way that we bond when our days are so long.

In the crammed up coat room, we eat half price steak gorg

then we snapchat ourselves being alfredo whores.

While we fatten our waistlines with each tasty dip

and with every new table we fatten our tips.

So we walk out some nights with a big stack of cash

and we walk out some nights with a bruise and a rash

but we laughed and we smiled, and upsold desserts

and we yelled at the line (but they yelled at us first!)

Julia joked, Kareme asked, “How can I support you team?”

Iris bounced all over and Josh tried to be mean.10314695_10154502987135647_8823160521575853623_n

But even when he tries (and he assuredly fails),

we just start up our cars and we drive to Cocktails.

(Cheers!) You may not always serve at the C.R. O.G.,

It may not last forever, I guess we will see…

but as long as you’re there just do one thing for me,

know that everyone there is OG family. ❤



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