California Pizza Kitchen

On Friday, we had lunch at California Pizza Kitchen in Valley Fair. As a side note, I think the last time I visited that mall was during Christmas. I happen to mention it this week and I'm suddenly there twice in one 24 hour period.

Somebody was craving CPK, especially the spinach and artichoke dip. When C asked to order an appetizer, it was weird how the waiter already knew she wanted dip. Telepathy perhaps?

Since it was my first time there and so many dishes looked enticing, I randomly ordered the wild mushroom pizza with garlic chicken. It turned out to be a good choice, but I think return trips are needed to try the rest.

During lunch, C was putting a straw into her water when I noticed it was the flexible type. Mine was already in the cup and appeared to be a straight one. A dim light bulb came on as I lifted the straw and the flexible end slowly emerged from the bottom of the soda. I felt my cheeks flush while everybody observed my mini-revelation. Now I'll probably be paranoid the next time I use a straw.