True story: when I went into labor with my second child, I got into the car and drove myself down the hill to Cheesecake Caffe. I knew I'd be in for a long day without eating, so I ordered one of their chicken salad sandwiches. And I ate that delicious sandwich (with pecans and grapes, on a buttery croissant) till it was gone, and only THEN did I call my husband and tell him we should get to the hospital. The only two things I don't love about this place are the spelling of the name, and the fact that they are never open in the evenings. I'd totally set up shop to grade papers in here if it were an option.