If the server questions your confidence in your order, you may want to change it

Is it wrong that out of all the times I've eaten at The Cheesecake Factory, I've only gotten their cheesecake once? I love eating there, but really, it's not for the cheesecake. I'm usually too stuffed to think about dessert after eating the humongous portions they serve. Their large portion size is in fact one of the main reasons I love that place, right after reason #1 which is their perfectly cut stems of potato goodness fried to crispiness heaven, also known as french fries. I hate going to places that try to be so fancy and only serve you a couple of bites on a too-big plate covered with greenery and other types of inedible tree-like decor.


So last night I went to eat at The Cheesecake Factory with my friends Kerri, Rayna, and Tara. We've all eaten there before, except for Rayna. After telling her how delicious everything was, and how we've never eaten anything off the menu that wasn't downright yummy, Kerri and Rayna decide to try something none of us had ever ordered...Turkey Supreme something or another.

Clue #1 that it may not be the best choice: I don't think we ever correctly pronounced the type of bread it came on.

And Clue #2 (which should have been the dead giveaway): When they ordered it, the server promptly responded with, "Have you ever had it from here before?" And then went into an in depth description of it all the while making weird faces.

Despite the red flags, they went ahead and ordered it and needless to say, it turned out to be a flop. The so-called melted cheese it was supposed to be smothered in was more like Alfredo sauce and they both agreed it was a complete let down. So, just a heads up for the rest of ya: Steer clear of the turkey something or another on the hard to pronounce bread.

We still had a great time and of course, snagged a few pics:

Rayna and Tara

Kerri (K-Bo) and me

After dinner, Tara had to head back home, but the rest of us stuck around for some coffee and last minute shopping.

Tonight the fam and I are supposed to go to Sal Gal's to let the kids decorate holiday cookies to leave for Santa. I'm sure Sal Gal has been slaving away all day and is tired from all the baking. Breaking apart that refrigerated, pre-cut cookie dough can be quite exhausting.