I Suck At California Pizza Kitchen

Yesterday, Karen, my two year old daughter (Briana), my four month old daughter (Bridget), and I were invited out to dinner by my in-laws. The invite was spur of the moment, as it happened an hour prior to dinner time.

I had learned about the invite shortly after mowing the lawn in the sweltering heat. So it was nice to go out for dinner, even if it meant going to the South Shore Plaza in Braintree. I haven't been to the plaza in quite some time. It's not that I dislike the plaza. I just don't have any particular reason to head down there.

The reason why we were going to the plaza was because the invite was to the California Pizza Kitchen. Now, I suck at California Pizza Kitchen. I haven't eaten there in some time, which is surprising because the food is really delicious there. If anything, CPK would be one of the few reasons why I would go to the South Shore Plaza. (The Cheesecake Factory would be another reason.)

Anyway, it was a great experience at CPK. The waitstaff was great. The food was delicious. For anyone curious, I had the Waldorf Chicken Salad. ("Yum-O"!) Briana seemed to enjoy the salad too, since she has been on a grape kick of late. Yes, there were grapes (and apples) in the salad. Briana practically forced herself onto my lap so that she could eat the grapes... and drink my cherry limade.

All in all, it was definitely a good way to end the night.