Steak it baby!

Last night was my darling, lil brother's 22nd birthday. That, my friend, makes me old.

Slice it, dice it, put it in your pipe and smoke it. I am old. Not youthful, old. And let me tell you.
Old STINKS.
We went to the she-she restaurant in the meatpacking, Old Homestead. Now, as a steak lover, I was supreme, giddy up. I love steak and this place is supposed to be TOP NOTCH.

My review: hated it. Why? Because their niche is to char-burn the outside of my meat treat and then tempetature the inside to your liking. I hate burnt anything except popcorn.

Plus, and stop me if you have hard this one, but they didn't "fully" clean our table after the meal. Now, I am going to get all bitchy here but at $40 a steak, I want you, yes you, to come to my table with the "crumber". I dont want to see little onion and potato carauss on the table. And when I complained about it, they still did nothing. I am sorry but thats not good service.

Ask waiter rant waiterrant.blogspot.com and he will certainly agree with me.

that's all for now