The Nashville Cats: Warning

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Warning

To anyone who is going to eat at Cheesecake Factory soon or ever really. DO NOT get the chipotle chicken pasta. It is NASTY! I made that mistake last night and I thought I'd do everyone a service and warn them not to waste their money on it. I thought I'd be safe, I've never had anything I didn't like there but wow it was bad. I think they should make an exception to their rule that they never take an item off their menu, this one just isn't working.

3 comments:

MOM THE BOMB said...: Wow! It sounds pretty bad. Sorry you wasted your $$ on it. Was the cheesecake good?; January 4, 2009 at 12:44 PM
Lindsey said...: I should have warned you! I had that last time and it wasn't great. Yours was probably worse, though, because mine wasn't THAT nasty. Try the crunchy cashew chicken next time.; January 4, 2009 at 2:03 PM
Ashley Erin said...: If you come up to Dallas I will take you to a way better place to make up for the nastiness.; January 4, 2009 at 3:27 PM

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Funky Sayings

When I asked Graham who was in charge today he raised his hand and said, "me"
As I was putting Graham down for a nap he looked up and said, "Me not tired EVER." Nice try.
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