It has long been a tradition of my church youth to go out on Sunday nights to Olive Garden. Sometimes the whole family would come, and everybody would just have a good time. Although the food isn't admittedly Southern in any way, one of the most interesting Southern experiences happened nevertheless at this restaurant.

There was a certain waiter there that was very inviting, smiling. He was probably born and raised a Southerner, because he had the accent and was full of that Southern hospitality. However, what makes this experience so special is that the waiter started to get to know us more and more and before we knew it, he was learning the Romanian language (because we are Romanian). He was greeting us and taking our orders and conversing with us in Romanian, in our very own language! He is the nicest waiter I have ever met, and his manners and politeness is more than a facade; he really is the real deal. It is ironic that in the South, we don't meet such people very often.