It was monumentally delicious, and was soft in a way that makes it seem fresh even if it was made in a Bread Factory. That's why my girlfriend took two out of the three slices in the basket, not that I was counting. When I pointed this out to her, she gave one of the slices back to me. Too late. Damage done.
Score one for Cheesecake Factory! It felt like a sign of good things to come, and I was psyched to eat more.
Our friendly waiter was back quickly to take our order, and before he could recommend any appetizers, I asked for the fried mac & cheese balls, having seen photos of them on Instagram previously. They looked fantastic.
Then I ate them. They tasted fine. But the taste wasn't the problem.
"I don't know how you eat more than 2.5 bites of this," I said. "It's so rich." My dining partner agreed.