A few very calorific #photos
I've always heard stories about The Cheesecake Factory, but never really quite managed to visit one. Until last week.
It's an odd place: the price of each cake is replaced by the calorific value of each slice (which apparently does not include any extras like cream, etc.) and as it's also a restaurant, you're supposed to eat the cheesecake after your main meal. Which a few people seemed perfectly capable of doing. Presumably they conveniently skipped the outrageous calorie count messages or were blessed with three stomachs. As you can see from the pictures, the humble carrot cakes is - at 5 inches tall - one of the most disgustingly calorific cakes on display. A slice of it would provide a woman with 75% of her daily calorie allowance. Then there was the appropriately named Black-out Cake, also worth around 1600 calories. Don't get me wrong, I love cheesecake and that was why I dragged some poor souls to this kingdom of greed outside Santa Monica, but even I couldn't face the prospect of having a whole slice to myself (and not just because we had just had a sumptous Japanese dinner somewhere else). So we settled for the deliciously alliterative Craig's Crazy Carrot Cake Cheesecake (you may want to re-read it twice) which, at only 1200 calories, seemed to be one of the lightest cakes on display (and a tasty one too). This and a slice of Key lime pie was more than enough for the four of us. They were good. Really good. But I'm happy they don't have a branch in south London. I would probably have to upgrade my wardrobe every 3 months.


