In celebration of my latest prognosis, my wife and I went to a place we have not been for 15 years, a steakhouse. I always thought of it as fine dining. The decor is the same, wood beam, dim lighting, vaulted ceilings. I decided to wear a jacket but no tie. My wife wore a very nice dress. As is usual we were sent to the bar to await a table.

The first shock was unshaven men with their dates, all wearing jeans, baseball caps, Nascar jackets. After all you are not getting out of here for less than 50 bucks a person. It was noisy. The fireplace I remember with couches and wing chairs is still there, but bar stools, high ones, very uncomfortable. It was so noisy I turned off the hearing aids. We got a nice table, muted lighting, and even without the hearing aids, while waiting for my Prime Rib, the music is playing..

I watch in horror as the woman at the next table, her leg tucked under her like a teenager on a couch (the one you yell at to get it off the furniture), holds a steak knife that is the size of a bowie knife in her right hand, her fork in her left, sawing like a carpenter at a piece of 30 dollar steak, then holding the knife up like you would boning a deer, and uses her left hand to stick the steak in her mouth and talks as she chews. I am now pale. The knife and fork remain in those hands for the entire time she has meat!
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Then the music ....is it Frank? Some nice Hollywood strings? NO!



Girls Just Wanna a Fun...

Kill me now.

Fine Dining.

PS. I remember in the '60's my grandparents who wintered in Florida for the first time filling us in on the USA. The most shocking comment was, "the help talk to you". The waitress was chewing gum and said "How are y'all doin'?" At that point here, as my grandmother pointed out, "even the waitresses at Kresgies know their place and hand you the menu..they don't get familiar..." LOL.

Oh boy, so part way through the meal my wife declares her salmon to be very good but no where near the standard of my cooking....

Which is the reason we pretty much never eat out....

Now today's menu, and the flock will return to eat, even 7 of them who don't live here, is simple ham and scalloped potatoes with maple syrup glazed brussel sprouts. Now that any moron can cook, as will be proven when my daughter makes it while I supervise.

Ball caps, nascar jackets, feet under you, no table manners and BAD MUSIC. The prime rib wasn't even a 3 out of 10. Good flavour, way too tough.

I came home and put on Buble and watched the fireplace channel.

John Conley
Musica est vita