So Logan and I got hungry last night, and decided to hit the town. As usual, it was late as hell and not very many places were open. After wandering around for a while, we settled on the idea of returning to Olive Garden for another taste of the Neverending Pasta Bowl, which we had already reviewed.

We entered the premises at the last possible moment, and were seated at one of the establishment’s most average of tables. A friendly waitress came up. “Two Neverending Pasta Bowls, please!” we shouted enthusiastically.

She informed us that we were very lucky, as tonight was the last possible night for the Neverending Pasta Bowl for an entire year. It’s seasonal. Seasonal. What. The. Hell.

In retrospect, the Neverending Pasta Bowl, or NEPB as we have come to affectionately call it, is a hell of a deal. The pasta is of incredible quality, the sauces are delicious, and the soup is a cut above.

We did learn some pro tips about the Neverending Pasta Bowl from our helpful waitress:

• It really is never ending. There is no “hidden limit” on the number of bowls.
• Sausage and meatballs are also never ending.
• You can take home a lot of pasta if you are crafty about it: order another bowl to the table and ask for a box. We each went home with two boxes full of pasta, and another in our bellies.
• Certain sauces are one-time only. For example the Tomato Basil Caprese and the Asiago Garlic Alfredo were only for this year. Sad.

Not that you will be able to implement these tips until next year, if the rules and regulations have not changed. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the NEPB is a meal served but for one or two hallowed months in the autumn. It was serendipity — perhaps divine intervention? — that caused us to be there that night to witness the passing of an era. It was as if Logan and I were passing off the pasta bowl torch to future versions of ourselves. Who knows what lies in our future? Who knows what lies in the future of the Neverending Pasta Bowl? This reporter, for one, does not.