The greatest weekend ever?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Hubby and I had a 'stay-cation' in San Francisco over the weekend. We got a hotel room right by Fisherman's Wharf and went to the museums on Saturday.
What actually drew us into the city was something called Dine About Town. Fine dining restaurants offer price fixe menus to draw customers to try them out. One participant was Ruth's Chris steakhouse, which I've heard so many wonderful things about. For $35 each, we got a three course menu which would normally run us $100+ (EACH!).
I kept myself in check the weeks before, telling myself that I must be under 190 when I go. I made it with flying colors, weighing in at 186. We had breakfast at a charming little place in Oakland called The Fat Lady. We split an order of Grand Marnier french toast and Eggs Blackstone (eggs benedict with bacon and tomato instead of ham). It was HEAVEN! This kept us going the entire day, and by dinner I was just hungry enough to be eager to try our fine dining experience.
The restaurant was very dark, which I guess creates ambiance, but for me it just lets me see less of what I'm eating. They started us off with bread and butter. Yum! Then they brought us salad. Okay... Then came the main event. Hubby had ordered the rib eye steak and I ordered the 6 oz fillet mignon, topped with shrimp. The plates come out sizzling. Not because they're cast iron or anything like that, but because your steak is sitting in a hot pool of butter. Hmmm...
Honestly I have to say that I wasn't impressed. My fillet wasn't tender enough to cut with a butter knife... in fact the steak knife I was using had a hard time. And steak cooked in butter? It tastes like - well... steak cooked in butter. Nothing special and nothing worth a triple digit price tag.
Our sides were creamed spinach and mashed potatoes, which tasted very good (better than the steak actually), and by the time our 'chocolate sin cake' came out, I was ill enough to only want to poke at it to see what it would do.
I have to ask myself if the experience would have been the same had it not been for SparkPeople. If I were the old me, would a steak cooked in butter be revolting or would it be heaven on earth?
Something tells me I've come a long way.
I feel some sadness and a sense of injustice when I get on the scale and it's back up to 190, but I lost it once and I'll lose it again.
Especially since I was so excited to get back to chicken breasts and steamed vegetables.