A good steakhouse is probably my favorite kind of restaurant -- I guess it harkens back to my childhood, before I learned to eat more sophisticated fare.
On account of wanting to maybe live a BIT longer, I don't eat steak all the time. That said, my recently departed friend Bill Share "never ordered the chicken" and he enjoyed his life until 90. So who knows?
I do know that Wifey and I are off soon to Aventura, to Bourbon Steak, to meet Drs. Barry and Eric, Donna and Dana, and Paul and Patricia. Bourbon is an elegant place -- the chef has a Michelin star -- we've been before and they are NOT shy about their prices. Tonight, though, since we did a nice job for a client and he thanked us with several generous gift certificates, we have $350 paid for off the top. That's good for maybe 3 steaks.
The main draw, though, is the company. I love being with my brothers and sisters, and tonight we have a lot to celebrate -- especially the fact that we're all standing up, mostly. Barry and Donna are the only non grandparents (Patricia is a step abuela), and we have to solve all of our kids' and grandkids' problems during the allotted few hours. Ha. As if.
As one of my 3 new credos goes, "You don't care what I say anymore...this is YOUR life." Accepting that has given me such inner peace.
Discovery Channel has "Shark Week," and I told Wifey yesterday began "Dave Week," since my birthday is coming up on Friday. Not really, but maybe a little.
Next Friday is ANOTHER steakhouse -- The Palm -- my favorite -- in Bay Harbor. That's just Wifey and the Ds and men -- but Paul included himself and Patricia, too , which if fine, since we have that relationship. Of course, he then suggested other people I might invite -- ain't happening.
If I've learned anything about birthdays in advancing years, it's that you have to do it YOUR WAY, since the time has long passed to worry about pleasing everyone else.
So I'll take an extra Crestor or two -- and enjoy tonight and Friday.
It's that time of year!
No comments:
Post a Comment