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Week 32; Cheesiest Place Ever
May. 22nd, 2006 12:35 pmRoutine appointment today: weight 165 (up 3), BP 110/66 (back to normal), height of fundus 31cm, baby heartbeat normal. Back again in another 2 weeks. It's good to be normal, but it is rather boring.
Yesterday we ate dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. It was spur of the moment; we were coming back from a late afternoon beach visit to the lake (Wilmington was too daunting, but Casper was very pleased with Jordan Lake; as for myself, a lake is always kind of disappointing, but it was pleasant enough). We found ourselves passing The Mother of All Malls, and hungry, and had heard good things about Cheesecake Factory, so there we were.
It was HORRIBLE. Everything I ordered was bad, and the things mr. flea ordered were mediocre at best. My "home-made lemonade" was certainly not, and tasted funny besides; we decided they had run out of lemons and were using some bar lemon drink mixer. I couldn't drink it. mr. flea's unsweet tea was foofy passionfruit, but whatever, that was just not to our taste. The the entrees came. My thai steak salad was literally bigger than my head. I looked at it and just started laughing, and so did the woman at the next table. The plate was 12 inches across, and the salad was piled up in a mound about as high - it was a little volcano of salad. Oversize might be tolerable if it had been good, or even edible, but basically it was an entire head of shredded cabbage, some shredded carrots and peppers, a few random clumps of stuck together asian noddles, and a substratum of very sweet crunchy rice noodles. With a sparse scattering of cashews, cilantro, and little strips of steak (estimated total meat: approximately 4-6 oz.) The dressing was sweet and nasty. mr. flea had fish tacos with unexciting fish and soggy wraps. Casper shared with us (she ate black beans and rice and strips of steak). It was all ridiculously overpriced, which added insult to injury. And the lights mysteriously went very dim partway through the meal, and when we inquired they told us it was on purpose, and when I went to the bathroom, 4 of the 5 stalls were marked out of order. By that point, I was laughing at everything and Casper was getting restless so we just left, picking up a "deeply chilled" (frozen) cheesecake on the way out.
The cheesecake is excellent. I'll never eat there again, though. Bad food PLUS pretension is the best way to make me boycot your restaurant for life.
Yesterday we ate dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. It was spur of the moment; we were coming back from a late afternoon beach visit to the lake (Wilmington was too daunting, but Casper was very pleased with Jordan Lake; as for myself, a lake is always kind of disappointing, but it was pleasant enough). We found ourselves passing The Mother of All Malls, and hungry, and had heard good things about Cheesecake Factory, so there we were.
It was HORRIBLE. Everything I ordered was bad, and the things mr. flea ordered were mediocre at best. My "home-made lemonade" was certainly not, and tasted funny besides; we decided they had run out of lemons and were using some bar lemon drink mixer. I couldn't drink it. mr. flea's unsweet tea was foofy passionfruit, but whatever, that was just not to our taste. The the entrees came. My thai steak salad was literally bigger than my head. I looked at it and just started laughing, and so did the woman at the next table. The plate was 12 inches across, and the salad was piled up in a mound about as high - it was a little volcano of salad. Oversize might be tolerable if it had been good, or even edible, but basically it was an entire head of shredded cabbage, some shredded carrots and peppers, a few random clumps of stuck together asian noddles, and a substratum of very sweet crunchy rice noodles. With a sparse scattering of cashews, cilantro, and little strips of steak (estimated total meat: approximately 4-6 oz.) The dressing was sweet and nasty. mr. flea had fish tacos with unexciting fish and soggy wraps. Casper shared with us (she ate black beans and rice and strips of steak). It was all ridiculously overpriced, which added insult to injury. And the lights mysteriously went very dim partway through the meal, and when we inquired they told us it was on purpose, and when I went to the bathroom, 4 of the 5 stalls were marked out of order. By that point, I was laughing at everything and Casper was getting restless so we just left, picking up a "deeply chilled" (frozen) cheesecake on the way out.
The cheesecake is excellent. I'll never eat there again, though. Bad food PLUS pretension is the best way to make me boycot your restaurant for life.
