Ohhhhh, my favorite restaurant. I had it well planned, I would have a cocktail and half my steak and mashed potatoes (save the rest for tomorrow lunch!), the veggies and salad with dressing on the side.
Forgot to ask for dressing on the side. It was a little overwhelming -- I guess I'm really used to just a little bit on each bite.
The waiter came out with our food and said, "The chef must like you! There's no way that's a 10-ounce steak!" He was right. It was huge! Huge and delicious. I figure about 12 ounces, so more protein for today.
They changed their breadsticks. They used to have these long, thin, crunchy ones with butter to dip them in... now they have the soft kind. I should've said "no" but I wanted to sample this "new direction" my fave restaurant seemed to be taking. They weren't that good. I should have let them be, but I ate one. Bonk.
Our food came out pretty quickly, and since my friend and I were catching up, we hardly had time to take a breath. The cocktail I dreamed about all day ended up sitting until the end of dinner. I meant to drink it slowly while we talked and waited for food. Could've done without that, not just because it was empty calories but maybe because it made me write this long blog. Bonk.
It was my friend's first time at this restaurant, and she wanted to know "what you get" for dessert there. Well, there's an awesome apple pie on a skillet with boiling cinnamon butter sauce and a scoop of ice cream, of course! So we split it -- and didn't finish the whole thing. I should have just said no. Bonk.
Still, I didn't go over my calories burned for today, so I don't feel like a total failure. And the fact that I may have learned a couple lessons (decide about cocktails on the fly, when you have a better assessment of the environment; if you don't like the frickin breadstick, don't eat it) is a positive note.
Feeling a little silly from the cocktail.