Sunday presented the archetype of the "family dining dilemma": (1) Octogenerian Parents visiting from Indianapolis who (2) are staying in Naperville with my brother and sister-in-law and their 14-month old baby and (3) the need to meet and eat on a Sunday night at a place reasonably in between Logan Square and Naperville. As it has in the past, Oak Brook was the place. A "Lettuce Entertain You Row" including Wildfire, Papagus, Maggiano's, Antico Posto, and Mon Ami Gabi plus a Houlihan's and Lord knows what else. Anyway, Sunday night we went to Cheesecake Factory. Last time I went to one of these was about 8 or 10 years ago, and it hasn't changed much. Yep, the Cheesecake Factory -- Decor by Trump, menu by Yellow Book. An immense number of choices (padded out by -- can you believe this --
advertisements for other businesses inside the menu). This appeal to absolutely ANY taste may explain why there was a 60-minute wait when we got there at 5:20 p.m. Shall I recount the bad? O.K. Our six-top was only set for five; I had to ask four times to get a knife and fork and a napkin (note, by the way, that by the time we were seated around 6:30, the place was only about 2/3 full -- we apparently walked in at precisely the WRONG time, right in the middle of the Sunday evening rush. So we got the worst of both worlds -- a 60-minute wait PLUS a waitstaff that just no longer cared). By coincidence, the hostess was a student in my sister-in-law's psychology class, so while she unsuccessfully but extensively schmoozed my sister-in-law and cooed over the baby, she still entirely missed the point by not giving us a table 30 seconds after she recognized her prof in our group. And the service was ridiculously slow; 35 minutes to get the entrees (none of which required more than maybe 5 to 10 minutes to prepare -- burgers, cobb salad, grilled chicken breast, etc.)
So, is this just one long gripe about Cheesecake Factory? No; I would not waste your time on that. From despair, hope. There was
one saving grace in this meal. That was the
fish tacos. Yup, fish tacos. Served with SOFT, CORN tortillas. Not fried, not wheat. And pretty good tortillas, too; although store-bought. And the fish (snapper, I think) was flavorful and nicely broiled. Too much cabbage was tossed in there, but I removed the excess, no harm no foul. Served with a perfectly servicible guac, plus black beans and rice mixed with a nice succotash, and a scoop of diced tomatoes that tasted pretty fresh. Sure, it cost more than you might expect to pay in a non-corporate location ($13.95), but like everything else at this place, the portions were more than generous (three well-stuffed tacos, plus sides, were more than I could finish even after skipping lunch). And no, we didn't have dessert; the niece was getting droopy and it was time to pack it in and head home.
JiLS