After a three days of eating everything in sight while visiting Mom, it was time to ratchet back. So we found ourselves at Old Chicago in Southgate, Mich.
The restaurant is what the industry calls a casual theme dinner house -- Applebee's by any other name. Pastas, pizzas, nachos, fish-n-chips, something -- as they say -- for the whole family.
It boasts: We use 904 tons of mozzarella cheese a year, more weight than 200 space shuttles at liftoff.
On this weekday lunch, the special was a pizza bar. This, of course, would not do.
But neither would the Asian chicken salad. You know the type. Sugary soy dressing, fried wonton chips or chow main noodles. This one advertised a heap of cold spaghetti noodles.
So I deconstructed. Like Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally," I asked for nearly everything on the side. When the unmentioned fried wonton crisps arrived, I picked them off.
Here's what I picked off:
|All this stuff was left off or picked off my salad|
And here's what it looked like after I was done:
|After being stripped of the fattening stuff|