The boyfriend asked me earlier today, “You still want to go to the Cheesecake Factory tonight?”
Of course I was still going. The real question was if he was still paying.
“I’ll get a whole cheesecake if you want,” he said.
“I do want a loss this week, you know. We would have little rewards every two days all month.”
“Yeah, I right soon expect that to be happening. We’ll have a reward tonight, and then a reward tomorrow morning, and then that’ll be that.”
Luckily we were smart and just had our one slice each. It was okay, but really not necessary. I think our future rewards will stick within the confines of induction (the strictest phase of Atkins).
I also don’t think the Cheesecake Factory is worth what it charges anymore. They served water in plastic mugs, had, ahem, interesting wait staff, and their trademark smooth jazz Egyptian decor just isn’t flying in 2008. The place felt like it was given the smallest upgrades possible to put it in the upscale casual dining category; whenever I looked past what was shoved into view, there was just mediocrity. That and it had more douche bags per square foot than a tanning salon on Saturday morning. I haven’t seen so many soul patches since Smash Mouth and Sugar Ray were indie. Naturally, the people-watching was excellent.
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