The only thing different about the menu at the Disney Town Cheesecake Factory compared to any Cheesecake Factory chain is the fact that the caloric content isn’t printed on the menu. If anything, this makes Shanghai’s Cheesecake Factory taste infinitely better because while I can taste the abhorrent coronary-bypass-inducing food that’s entering my body, I can’t quantify in numbers that reflect anything other than the price. It’s also a journey to get down there on line 11, but it was so worth it.
We arrived inside, and it was an exact replica of every Cheesecake Factory ever. I felt more American there than I ever have inside the US Consulate building. The portions were bigger than my face and the clientele was at least 50% the same kind of American you’d expect to travel halfway around the world for Mickey Mouse and then dine at the Cheesecake Factory. I’m not sure patriotism is what I’m going for here, but a delightful waitress brought me a milkshake before I had to overexert my brain.
I have never felt more disgusted with myself, but I think that was kind of the point given how we ordered. An assortment of very brown appetizers made for a sleepy metro ride home. Luckily, we got a seat. We also had to take out leftovers and the actual cheesecake to go because obviously I’m just not the proud American I used to be.
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