Olive Garden Italian Restaurant — Restaurant in Citrus Park

My friend Denise Fitchman already left her review. I wasn't going to leave a review, but at this point I will. It was a Saturday Night when we decided to visit this place... Our sever was very nice, one of the nicest servers there... He was very knowledgeable about his job and didn't mis anything... He was also very friendly, humorous in a positive way and fast and efficient... When my friend and I left the restaurant we talked about how great our experience was... Later that night I woke up throwing up everything... I had not eaten hours before getting there, so it's hard to say it could have been from something else I ate... Still I tried not to automatically assume what made me sick and didn't want to point fingers and make reputation damaging allegations... So I left it as an unknown reason... I have to add that I was sick all day on Sunday with stomach pain the day after my visit... My friend also just informed me she was also sick on that day with food poisoning that more than likely happened at this restaurant as we both didn't eat hours before arriving... I still wasn't going to say anything as bad reviews can hurt the reputation of a restaurant... However, upon giving it a second chance and getting sick again for the second time ordering something else than what I ordered the first time, it is my responsibility at this time to report the issue... And not to hurt the reputation of the Restaurant or to harm anyone... But rather to do my job to warn anyone out there of the possibility of what may occur when visiting this restaurant... Now I will add that I have visited several times before with no problems... The 2 bad incidents happened in the recent days... 1 last month and 1 last night... Please use proper guidelines for sanitation and food handling. Hepatitis is very easily spreadable so please try to be careful for that ... Food poisoning is not fun and I don't wish it...

We enjoyed our visit to Olive Garden. We had a very sweet and friendly young waiter, Fin. He was an absolute delight, he knew his menu and suggested some soups to start; his suggestions were great! We loved the gnocchi soup, they have the unlimited soup and salad so we took advantage of that. He also served us complimentary apple sangria, wow! Really great sangria!! He was very professional and attentive. Not overwhelming or too happy like other waiters out there. He was really really great. I hope he gets to be our server next time we go! The chicken flatbread was great and overall the food was not that high on calories as it used to be. The menu is much better and the house salad was pretty good as well. We enjoyed the quiet ambiance and lightning. I definitely will go over again. The cost is not much and the food is still great. Overall our visit was very enjoyable; we had a great waiter with Fin, great ambiance, wonderful food and fair prices. 3/2025: We went by for lunch at about 12. Very busy and noisy as expected but they sat us pretty quickly. Our server was very efficient, attentive and despite the rush, she was very good at bringing the rounds of soup for us. The rigatoni with meat sauce was excellent. We love Olive Garden! June 2025 Nicole was our server today. The place was pretty crowded. We enjoyed the unlimited soup salad and breadsticks. She even brought us a separate order of gnocchi for our soups. She was awesome!! Always with a smile at all times. Great food and even greater service. Yes we will definitely...

Every day we stray further from God. Disgust. Red Sauce. Weakness. Another night. Another brick. This city's arteries, choked with grease. Forced into a "miscellaneous Italian restaurant." They call it "family dining." I call it a surrender. Look at them. Families laughing. Faces soft. Indulging in breadsticks. Endless. A weakness I refuse. Starch? Salt? A trap. Ordered the ravioli. Sauce like blood but without the consequence. Disguising the not real meatballs. Lumps of ground sin, drowning in the acidic lie. Skewered the ravioli. Chewed. Mechanical. No pleasure. Just fuel. For what? More decay? The thin layer of cheese over everything hiding the truth. Hiding the emptiness. They pretend to care. They don't. They want your money. A transaction. Dirty. Heard laughter from a booth. A child. Splashed sauce some sauce on their brother. No bother, parents cleaned it. Disgusting. Naivety. Ignorance of the true mess of the world, like it can be washed clean. The air: Heavy. Garlic. Frying oil. The smell of forgotten promises. Of lives not lived. Of potential squandered on bread and cheese. I left and the street felt cleaner. The night air, a harsh truth. Better than the perfumed lies inside. No meaning. No purpose. Just cheap ingredients and forced cheer. This "restaurant." This "dining." It's just another symptom. Another stain on the city's soul. Never again. Not while truth remains. Not while there are real battles to be fought. Not for a...