5 Sences

The wide glass doors reluctantly swing open. Tall columns, aztec patterns, and marble are prevelant. It smells of charbroiled food and a mass of humanity. As bite into my thai pasta I taste peanut butter, spices, and hint of white wine. Plates clatter and people chatter. I feel the high energy from them staff. Where am I? At the best restaraunt in town: The Cheesecake Factory.