We went to one of those places whose name is just one word (“Fish”), just to make sure you realize how fancy it is. Casino fancy, though. My wife had their elaborate tasting dish sampler thingy; I had a ribeye. A seventy-two dollar goram ribeye. I somehow missed that particular detail until after the waiter ran off to start the process where my steak would be raised to room temperature before they cooked it.
Admittedly, it was twenty ounces of damn good ribeye. And my wife spent about the same on her meal. And it was an excellent meal and I’m in a happy meat and wine coma and I ain’t writing 1667 words tonight. Still. I literally said the word ‘urk’ when I realized what happened. It was actually pretty funny.
Moe Lane
PS: I dropped a buck in the slots, solely because we were at a casino and it seemed the thing to do. Didn’t win anything.
$72 for a steak???? Did it come with dancing girls??
Dude. Anniversary dinner, remember? Like I’m gonna order a dancing girl right then and there.
It must have had some special properties. Surely it replenished your health, or granted unto you a special stamina bonus, for a limited time. Or perhaps gave you a limited ability to communicate with bovine creatures within a certain radius.
Otherwise, why spend so much?
(Unless it was to enjoy a fine meal to commemorate your marriage. I could see why that would be a good reason.)
My wife wanted seafood, and she heard good things about the seafood there (which apparently were true things). Happy wife, happy life. 🙂
My wife drug me to a place like that on our honeymoon.
I was horrified when I found out how much I’d paid for a fricking pork chop.
Happy anniversary!
Happy Anniversary!
There are few things better than a good dinner with someone you care about.
Happy anniversary! Moderation in all things, including moderation.
Happy Anniversary, Moe.
Happy Anniversary you two.