When we were in Raleigh at the Southern Bloggers Conference the Junktion Technical Specialist (hubby) took me to a local steak house for dinner. We asked the concierge at the hotel for a recommendation. We wanted a steak house with a menu in the medium price range. We were dressed in jeans and just wanted something relaxing and casual. No white tablecloths please.
We took his suggestion and the tablecloths were green, not white. We ordered our steaks and the waitress asked “Would you like to see the Meat Cutter?” What? Is he missing a hand, or an arm? Is he exceptionally good looking or hunky? If I want to see the meat cutter I go to my local butcher/deli/restaurant The Choppin’ Block in Clarksville, owned by my best friend Beverly, and I talk to Danny the butcher.
If I want to see my steak before it’s cooked I could stay home and ogle it before I throw it in the pan. Of course, our neighbors at the adjacent table wanted to see the meat cutter.Trust me, the meat cart is not something you want to see while eating your rib-eye.
Anyway, we’re just plain country folk, nothing fancy for us please!
Has anyone else had this experience? And do you want to select your steak before it’s cooked?
Thanks for stopping by,
Kathylife, restaurant, Southern Bloggers Conference 2012