PDawg
Well-Known Member
Anyone else ever have one? I am not talking about a hair in your food at Waffle house. I am talking about you just wanted to curl up in a ball on the floor and weep openly.
I feel I can talk about this now its been 7 months.
Prior to my latest Government sponsored trip, my wife and I decided to go out for a really good meal that we didnt have to cook.
We chose our local Japanese Steakhouse. We eat in the Sushi Bar at this establishment several times a month because they have really good Sushi.
On the night in question however we decided to eat in the main dining room.
My wife and I are shown to this table with 10 other people and place our orders. Having heard the rave reviews I decided to pay the $30.00 for a Kobe Beef steak (Not something i can often afford to do). All is happy. I have a beer and I am watching this Cook throw peoples food in the air. No problems. He pulls out my steak, its marvelous, well marbled, I think one of the prettier cuts of meat I have ever seen. The cook throws the meat on the flattop and my mouth starts watering. This is where it all went very bad. He reaches over and grabs a bottle of Soy Sauce and in slow motion dumps 4 gallons of soy sauce over my steak. Inside my head I am screaming, again in slow motion, NOOOOOOOOO. At this point I feel like that Peanut Puppet of Jeff Dunhams. I look at the steak, look at the cook, look at the steak, look at the cook. I finally break the trance. I look over at my wife and she is giving me the same pitiful look she would give me if my best Hound dog had died.
My wife reaches over, tugs on the Waitresses sleeve and very calmly says, Hes going to need another beer. Waitress says Maam he still has most of his beer. My wife says go get him another one, when you get back hell be done with that one.
The Steak was beautiful, cooked to perfection, and it tasted exactly like a salt lick.
Ahhh, the one that got away.
Anyone else want to cleanse themselves of their experience?
I feel I can talk about this now its been 7 months.
Prior to my latest Government sponsored trip, my wife and I decided to go out for a really good meal that we didnt have to cook.
We chose our local Japanese Steakhouse. We eat in the Sushi Bar at this establishment several times a month because they have really good Sushi.
On the night in question however we decided to eat in the main dining room.
My wife and I are shown to this table with 10 other people and place our orders. Having heard the rave reviews I decided to pay the $30.00 for a Kobe Beef steak (Not something i can often afford to do). All is happy. I have a beer and I am watching this Cook throw peoples food in the air. No problems. He pulls out my steak, its marvelous, well marbled, I think one of the prettier cuts of meat I have ever seen. The cook throws the meat on the flattop and my mouth starts watering. This is where it all went very bad. He reaches over and grabs a bottle of Soy Sauce and in slow motion dumps 4 gallons of soy sauce over my steak. Inside my head I am screaming, again in slow motion, NOOOOOOOOO. At this point I feel like that Peanut Puppet of Jeff Dunhams. I look at the steak, look at the cook, look at the steak, look at the cook. I finally break the trance. I look over at my wife and she is giving me the same pitiful look she would give me if my best Hound dog had died.
My wife reaches over, tugs on the Waitresses sleeve and very calmly says, Hes going to need another beer. Waitress says Maam he still has most of his beer. My wife says go get him another one, when you get back hell be done with that one.
The Steak was beautiful, cooked to perfection, and it tasted exactly like a salt lick.
Ahhh, the one that got away.
Anyone else want to cleanse themselves of their experience?
Mmmmm, eating in a barn; yummy.
