This post is a follow-up to my recent visit to two chain restaurants. Food critics tend to stay away from chains but readers of the last post got a thoughtful and interesting discussion going, so I figured I’d give it another go.
True confession: back when I moved to Atlanta in 1997 I was excited to try my first California Pizza Kitchen. We were at Lenox Square and willingly waited 45 minutes for a table. I had heard about all the crazy combinations and the signature BBQ Chicken Pizza and thought it all sounded like a lot of fun. It was, sort of, though the sweet barbecue sauce instead of tomato sauce on the chicken pie seemed like a singularly bad idea. And then our toddler had a meltdown and we took turns walking her around the mall and shoving sweet-sauced pizza into our faces, so it wasn’t exactly a pleasurable meal.
That may be why it took 13 years for me to return — this time to the CPK near Perimeter Mall. The menu lists about 3