Brand FAIL: Cheesecake Factory
Last night Chris and I trekked over to Macy’s to purchase our Road Trip Tux and Road Trip Dress. We’re 16 days away from leaving on our actual Wedding Road Trip and the list of things we need to accomplish before that date feels (almost) impossible. Like all good procrastinators, we decided to skip finalizing our road trip route in favor of grabbing a salad at the Cheesecake Factory.
Yes, a salad. Sigh.
With our wedding looming in the not-so-distant future, Chris and I are working toward becoming as lean and mean as possible. Problem is, I’ve only seemed to accomplish the latter, which leaves me stuck with the low-cal section of the menu. Which, by the way, has the worst name in the history of low-cal menus- WEIGHT MANAGEMENT SALADS.
I mean, really. Come on, Cheesecake Factory! This is all you could come up with during what I’m sure was a ten-hour meeting that included several non-weight management pasta dishes? Why not just call them, “Hey, I Know I’m a Fat Ass Salads” or “There’s No Way in Hell I’m Ordering This On a First Date Salads.”