Ok, this just came across the wire. 250 have been sickened after eating at Olive Garden in Indianapolis. As a caucasian, let me just say that I really like Italians and regard many of them as friends. I often defer to them in matters of style, love making, and food. The last of which is about which I will opine.

Every red blooded Italian I know bashes Olive Garden. They always laugh when I broach the subject and pronounce that they would not be caught dead there. Well, they just might be.

See, I believe many of these folks are covering something up. I think they flock to olive garden, come in through the side or back door, and rush to a table hoping not to be noticed. Like Fred Phelps at an adult bookstore.

Well now that there's a taco bell'esque food poisoning scare, we'll see how many people whose names end with non-silent vowels flock to their local don't-ask-don't-tell walk in medical center, sit next to the guy with the gerbil lodged in his rectum and wait to get their stomach pumped to forcibly remove the freeze dried pasta they just ate.

If this becomes a national scare, we'll learn who the real Italians are.