I was in the mood for Mexican, but he'd never been to a California Pizza Kitchen (I was just there last week!), so we went there, where he ended up doing Mexican anyway. I had the steakhouse chopped salad (which has lots of bacon in it, but no steak!) with dijon vinaigrette and Ryan had a tortilla pizza, an odd little creation that resembled a black bean taco salad on a pizza crust.
I liked mine; Ryan was rather blasé about his.
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