Fresh doesn’t mean fresh

With the 40 day fast rapidly approaching, my wife and I went out to eat at our favorite restaurant for our last dinner date, The Cheesecake Factory. While she was figuring out what we would eat, I looked at the page on the menu with all of the different types of cheesecake on it in anticipation of my favorite dessert.

There it was…

Fresh Banana Cream Cheesecake!

The word Fresh really stuck out to me. Oh, my goodness, I could already taste it!

We ordered the appetizer, the main dish, our drinks and dessert all at the same time. 

When we finished our meal, our waiter asked if we would like any dessert. I politely reminded him that we had already requested Banana Cream Cheesecake.

He returned with BAD news: “It’s not completely thawed yet.”

THAWED??? Buy your menu says “Fresh.”

He apologized.

Crushed with disappointment, I let my wife reorder the dessert.

“How about key lime cheesecake?”

“That’s frozen too.”

My wife then ordered some really complicated thing…vanilla, macadamia nut, caramel something or other.

We ate it. It was REALLY sweet. And there was hardly any cheesecake in it!

The waiter returned with the bill and confidently asked how we liked the pie.

I chose to be honest: “I didn’t. I would have preferred just a plain piece of cheesecake.”

He said, “I feel bad. We didn’t have your first two requests. Would you like a piece of regular cheesecake on me.”

Now, our waiter was probably balding because he had shaved his head. When he said that, I could have resisted, but I didn’t. His words painted such a vivid picture in my imagination that I said “Won’t that mess up your hair?”

He burst out laughing and then went and brought us a piece to go for free!

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