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<p><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff9900;">CHEESY:</span></span></strong> Knowing that I'm a sucker for biscuits, Melody aka Masseuse Extraordinaire wanted to take me to Red Lobster to try their Cheesy Biscuits.  Or Cheesy Balls, as she likes to call them.  (If that's not a Freudian slip, I don't know what is!)</p>

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<p>I don't do chain restaurants.</p>

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<p>"It's for the blog!" quoth Melody.</p>

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<p>O.k.</p>

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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: #ff9900;">CHEESIER: </span></strong></span> Chain Restaurant decor.  Enough said.</p>

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<p><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff9900;">CHEESIEST:</span></span></strong> Melody and I sit at the unswankiest bar in all of Phoenix because there is a 45 minute wait at Red Lobster on a Thursday night.</p>

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<p>???</p>

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<p>Melody turns the guy sitting next to us, asks him if he's going to finish his basket of Cheesy Balls.  When he replies "no" because they contain 700 calories a piece*, Melody asks if she can wrap them up and take them home to her husband.  I guess her husband was in dire need of Cheesy Balls.</p>

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<p>:-D</p>