The Friday before Valentine's day was a day off for me as well as TC. We both had a four day weekend because of Presidents' Day (Thanks George and Abe). That morning, we took TC to my hairstylist to get her hair cut. And by cut, I mean, 9 inches chopped off!!!
Actually, we had planned this for awhile. She'd been wanting shorter hair and bangs. She hadn't had bangs since kindergarten. Her hair has been waistlength (and occasionally grazing her butt) since she was four. She is now eight and a half. We both thought it would be a good idea for her to donate her hair for people who have lost their own hair to cancer.

Locks of Love requires a minimum of 12 inches. We didn't want to go that short. One of my friends told me that Pantene would take 8 inches, so we went online, found the info and decided to go for it. My stylist sectioned her hair off in four smaller ponytails in the back and cut them one by one. If you cut just one big old pony tail, the ends won't be even, so you have to cut them in sections (that's what my stylist said).

Aaaaagh! Here goes!

My daughter now has shoulder length hair with a bits of choppy layers in the back. The sides of her hair are angled and razored (but not as extreme as my killer rocker chick hair was). Her bangs are also razored and angled. She looks quite hip. My baby is growing up. Here's her pony tail which will be donated...

After the marathon hair session (1 1/2 hours), we headed over to the Otay Ranch Town Center to use up a gift card we got for Christmas at the Cheesecake Factory. Yes, it's a chain (hangs head in shame), but Bert and TC aren't as picky as me, so WTF.

Well, at least it wasn't crowded like the Fashion Valley one; they always have a line out the door. Personally, I don't think their food is worth a longass wait.

Whoever decorated this place had the Las Vegas aesthetic in mind. Faux Egyptian columns?

We were seated in a circular area in one of the corners. This was the view from our window - that is Barnes and Noble bookwhore, I mean bookstore. When we walked into the seating area, there was a huge circular table with a bunch of unruly kids. One of them was screaming and throwing a tantrum. TC looked at me and made her hand in the shape of a claw, which is our "secret" sign of spotting bratty kids. We snickered and rolled our eyes to to ourselves as we sat down. Great, this was going to be a really relaxing lunch, what with the children of the corn next to us.

Here's more of that lovely decor (not):

Their special menu...we ordered the first item listed, the Cashew Chicken Salad:

Bert had a Caramel Coffee and TC had a hot Chocolate. Like their desserts, the Cheesecake Factory deems it "necessary" to drown their shit with whipped cream. I think it's overkill.

They gave us bread to start:

Bert ordered a bowl of clam chowder which he intended to share with TC. This did not even resemble clam chowder. It had a brownish tinge to it. There were too many flecks of herbs in it.

And of course, it was too salty. This was the first clam chowder I've ever seen that looked this way. Maybe it was a variation or something, but it was not even pale. It looked almost like a mushroom soup with the coloring. I think the cook should be slapped like a bitch by Samuel L. Jackson and made to listen to Kenny G, Yanni, or Celine Dion for his/her egregrious abuse of thyme in the soup.

I ordered the Chicken Sandwich sliders. There were four mini buns with breaded chicken, plus sides of sliced tomatoes, pickles and lettuce. The sauces were mayo and a spicier mayo. I only ate two. TC and I could have shared this...

Closeup of the chicken parts slider:

Here is the Cashew Chicken Salad - this was just another version of a Chinese Chicken Salad. I just ate the greens - a mixture of iceberg and romaine andyour bagged cabbage mix (red and green with slivered carrots). The dressing was citrusy. Those fried things are tortilla strips. The chicken tasted flat and dead, so I didn't eat any. This was a pretty big portion by the way. I think we ordered too much food. We ended up taking most of it home.

Here are TC's cheeseburger sliders. I can't believe this is an "appetizer". I thought the sliders would be a little smaller. They were pretty large. She only ate one and I had one. We took the rest home.

These sliders weren't so bad, but I still think the Shake Shack in NYC turns these MF's out. Keep keep it on and you don't stop...

Bert had the Crab Cake sandwich with fries and tartar Sauce (I always picture Montgomery Burns from The Simpsons evilly murmuring, "Let the fools have their Tar Tar sauce...". I had a bite of this and it was pretty tasty, but again, too salty. Hypertension alert.

Well, at least we used a gift card for part of this meal...Eating here just reminds me of how bland and soul less these chain restaurants are. I prefer to eat at smaller places where you can see and taste the care they put into their food. This is just food cranked out to the masses. I'll have to make up for this travesty by going to Asia Cafe!