The Cheesecake Factory

I have never liked meatloaf. Not when served at Lubys, or school or even growing up eating at my mother’s table. Nope. Never. Until I went to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory and my date ordered the meatloaf. At some point in the meal he offered a taste of his dish, which I promptly and kindly refused, with scant explanation of my aforementioned aversion. But he insisted I should try it and so… history was made that day.
I don’t know the recipe, but it was good. And when I say good here it is a gross understatement, almost to the point of sin.
So I say without further ado, and with utmost relish:
Try the meatloaf.