A couple months ago I had a big slice of Key Lime Cheesecake after lunch at the Cheesecake Factory in Irvine. The slice was huge and extremely filling and it tasted great. But my portion for my chicken lunch entree was delicious and impressively filling. So when the meal rolled around to getting to the cheesecake slice, I was already half-full. But I really wanted a Key Lime Cheesecake slice without fail. One thing to note was the the server had a good attitude and was funny, but he ended up getting switched out for another server. I notice that bigger restaurants often do that, they are all about the clock so servers sometimes get swapped. I don’t like it when that happens, it destroys the illusion of the dining experience and brings one back to the realization that they are in fact, just eating some food on a plate. The slice of Key Lime Cheesecake was extremely good but I couldn’t finish it. In fact, that slice finished me. Here’s my rap about it:
Here’s a little story about my cheese-cake,
It was a key-lime-slice and it made my beat break,
Made out of real dairy and crust that ain’t fake,
It stuffed my face like a demon-cheese-snake,
I sat and digested,
The flavor manifested,
My homie sure attested,
That I had just got bested,
So now before I order a-nother-slice,
I make sure if I got room for a-nother-vice,
Because getting too full fo-sure ain’t nice,
-Gamblin’ with your tums with a roll of the dice!
-Tyler
