![]() ![]() They wear all white (crisp white oxford shirt, pants, apron, sneakers) and try to make you feel as if it were a special night out. The décor is fancy, in an accessible, Disney-cruise-ship sort of way: faux Egyptian columns, earth-tone murals, vaulted ceilings. The typical entrée is under fifteen dollars. ![]() The place is huge, but it’s invariably packed, and you can see why. I got a beet salad with goat cheese, white-bean hummus and warm flatbread, and the miso salmon. The kids ordered mostly comfort food-pot stickers, mini crab cakes, teriyaki chicken, Hawaiian pizza, pasta carbonara. There’s wine and wasabi-crusted ahi tuna, but there’s also buffalo wings and Bud Light. ![]() It’s a linen-napkin-and-tablecloth sort of place, but with something for everyone. You may know the chain: a hundred and sixty restaurants with a catalogue-like menu that, when I did a count, listed three hundred and eight dinner items (including the forty-nine on the “Skinnylicious” menu), plus a hundred and twenty-four choices of beverage. It was Saturday night, and I was at the local Cheesecake Factory with my two teen-age daughters and three of their friends. Medicine has long resisted the productivity revolutions that transformed other industries. ![]()
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