So, the boss wants to take us out for lunch here in San Francisco. Someone hates sushi, another's allergic to Indian, so, we settle on the Cheesecake Factory. I suppress a groan, I LOATHE the Cheesecake Factory.
First, the menu's the size of phone book.
Second, the food's not good. But what it lacks in taste is made up for in size. Every meal is gargantuan. I order a club sandwich with fries but can't even finish half (and I'm 250lbs). Everyone at the table had to work the waiter double-time to box that slop up so that we can, ostensibly, eat it at home. (Mine will sit, first in the fridge, then in the garbage).
Last, their signature dish, cheesecake, sucks. The gang's looking over 100 different variations of cheesecake: almond/raspberry/carmel and peanutbutter/cookiedough/whatever, etc...and I want to know if they just have cheesecake. They do, but I'm overruled. The cheesecakes that are delivered are, once again, gargantuan. These people just don't get it. A cheesecake is supposed to be a low, cool wedge of tangy creaminess, a sublime compliment to hot coffee. Instead we're treated to a whipped up excercise in sugar overkill.
Please go away Cheesecake Factory.........and take Olive Garden with you.