The Cheesecake Factory
May. 30th, 2006 09:53As an HSP, I find chaotic situations extremely hard to cope with. That makes having children a real challenge, but there I have [at least the illusion of] some control, which helps. There just comes a point where I have to remove myself from the situation and sit in the dark (sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally) and process all of the input before returning to the fray.
We went to Cheesecake Factory Sunday, just Michelle and I. We hadn't had a date night in a long, long time, and decided that Seamlyne should take us out to dinner. I don't have any feelings about the place one way or the other: you will never hear me gush about how good their cheesecake is, so good in fact that they can do no wrong. That's just not me. I like my desserts subtle, and there is nothing subtle about a slice of cake the size of a distended water buffalo.
Our server couldn't describe the cheesecake to me. ( Rant coming... )
We went to Cheesecake Factory Sunday, just Michelle and I. We hadn't had a date night in a long, long time, and decided that Seamlyne should take us out to dinner. I don't have any feelings about the place one way or the other: you will never hear me gush about how good their cheesecake is, so good in fact that they can do no wrong. That's just not me. I like my desserts subtle, and there is nothing subtle about a slice of cake the size of a distended water buffalo.
Our server couldn't describe the cheesecake to me. ( Rant coming... )